1: It’s red. As dark as blood that drips through our veins. 2: It’s blue. Like the sky and the oceans. It’s appropriate too. Even the color…… Read more “The Color of Loneliness”
Too many tears to dry Too many years gone by. I haven’t lived long enough, I guess. A bird flying through the snow, desperate for warmth. And…… Read more “TOO MANY TEARS”
Because too many words ruin me I am beauty in singularity. Because too many notes have been sung Silence is not enough for comfort.
The night would go on like that. And we’d wash the dishes together. It suddenly seemed like we were never apart from each other for months. We’d…… Read more “The Third Conversation”