Monday, October 26, 2015
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
The Weight A Person Leaves
If I am filled with anything, it is seasons.
If I am filled with anything, it is something advancing and retreating.
It is a giant tide that pulls me with it.
I wonder if you kept the same things inside.
I must wonder if, for you, the tide went out one last time, and then came in too far.
Written by Me at 6:51 AM 2 comments
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
The Reason For The Reasonless
I do not know why you do what what you do.
Written by Me at 6:15 AM 3 comments
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
The Movement Of Slow Light
As slow as ships on the horizon.
As quick as a life.
Written by Me at 6:02 AM 2 comments
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
The Art Of Thorns
That's why you get a little sadder as you get older.
You fall in love a little every day with something new, and so your heart breaks a little every day.
Written by Me at 6:14 AM 2 comments
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