I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s
Tag: Faith
Flowering Ink
I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into
Too Late
It’s too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run
What We See
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can’t let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In
Just Different
I don’t recognize Any of this But it’s not so bad Just different There’s something Comforting About the end -Or so it seems
Your Dance
How long will you sit back Watching a slow dance Wishing It was you out there Always waiting For the next song ‘Cause maybe, just
The Stories In Between 