I know there is still that stillness between us,
And it stays there...

Yesterday I bought a novel,
Just something nice to read...

Sometimes I just day dream,
Of me and you beneath the flowers...

**One of my guilty pleasures is to write from a...
People who see me as dim witted...

Am I a man or a kid,
I this dream that's lucid enough...

Her eyes are the same color as the seas
Which fuel the hurricanes...

These cobwebs around him represent the new,
And the old is symbolized by the same plain color...

Today the bifocals are going on across the world,
For kids who don't even need them...

I awoke from this sub reality when I saw my eyes,
So big and dominating the landscape of my face...

How to explain Present Hope is still something
Not yet comprehensible to me...

Even prevalent in the darkest confines of me,
I find what I would like to call Present Hope...

Bodies lay rotting in this wasteland.
A dead man's glory can no longer be seen...