There is no time like the present,
And no present compares to time...
I still feel the air above my head
I can touch the things that hide...
The last few weeks haven’t been light
Feeling down, unable to write...
Sadness overwhelms me,
the darkness is consuming...
I consider my self a Christian,
You know...
Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...
Rose Hill (Lilibonelle...
There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...
It was raining.
Wind was straining...
Golden are the flecks in the iris of your eyes
A deep forest green lit with beautiful fireflies...
The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...
Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...