[Not exactly how I feel.]
Light feathery clouds like balls of cotton candy...

Coated concrete gray skies hover overhead
this somber atmosphere, as silence cloaks...

Sitting cross-legged
in the grass...

An old box sits on her shelf covered in dust...
She wipes it off and opens it up with tears in her...

Immobile in a morass of life-
ankles shackled by...

Sweet Summer Surprise.
Growling thunder obstructs silence...

Skyscrapers sprawled 'mist
skylines washed by ocean tides...

Often the clock slowly
whimpers, face sullen...

`Written for a titled contest.`
A radiant smile so addictive, enticed an innocent...

I never imagined one could love through
shivering winter months where words...

You find solace in silence
while I nestle within the song...

*This is a little cliche, I know that. Sorry. I am...
Walking down the paved path to meet her dream come...