Dear
to know you, to love you...

The world has all the colors
it has taken man years to reproduce...

I miss that 4am blue
meeting morning while talking with you...

Looking back
you never were mine...

The canine's teeth sank
into the florescent tennis ball...

Our love was wild
like an uncontrollable flame...

Failure
is a gift I must learn to receive...

I want less from god
let him have less rules, rituals...

It's ok, I'm connected to you
with the bareness of my soul...

I've come to an acceptance
a peace of mind and soul...

Looking out the window hopelessly
The signs of change are far from here...

This ink is my blood
These words are my screams...