Looking back

The past is filled with stories and the future, fantasies. This is now. Neither do I have a story nor a fantasy. The photograph I hold is dear to me; in it, I see a happy man. A possible story. A certain fantasy. How the tables have turned. I look at it and whisper “I … Continue reading Looking back

Why can't we fight?? I think of it every night Failing to close my eyes; I walk the roads alone now Thinking of you, oh how Soothing it was, to hear your voice! "Get back inside" Echoes in my head when I looked at the skies; Could it be you? Can this be true? "It's … Continue reading