My family is a spontaneous fire,
Unable to be tamed for very long. Able...

Sweet,
Sincere feelings...

Falling,
In the gentle...

I try so hard...
but escaping from...

Left... deserted in this
Vacant place... Lost, dying from...

All is lost as
The cry of the beast...

Useless... They say it
Again. That’s how they describe me...

Watching the tide pull in then fade,
The colors, so vibrant it’s magical...

Its hard to understand the hole
That emptiness is starting to fill...

Soft, wet kisses wake me in the night,
My eyes flutter as I try to figure out where...

Its strange the way memory
Works. It can be fluent or...

The cold October wind hit me
Like a drum...