The world hangs in suspension
Whispering a tart question to the black universe...

{inspired by Woolfe's short story The Woman In The...
No one should have mirrors...

Tears running down my face
So steadily, so slowly...

What do you do
When the sky begins to fall...

Run
Run away...

Sometimes everything just needs to be
s. i. l. e. n. t...

Scratch that scathing thought
setting its crimson tips upon the skin of my hope...

Am I a leaf, floating on the wind
Am I a falling star, never to land...

Leaves waving in the wind-chime breeze
Creating an illusionary stream...

Someday we'll set our footsteps upon the greying...
And finally breathe in the purified light of the...

Sometimes I wonder how things got be this way
How I ended up in your arms and how I fell for you...

Speak, memory
And evoke the images...