There’s a peace and a melancholy kind of comfort that come with these gray daysThere’s a familiar kind of feeling reflected in the skyreminding me of Rochester rainand of all those times I hid my pain It’s hard to believe I’ve come so far from that mausoleum … now in my mind holding the memories…
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Friendship cycle
I’m fearing there’s a distance coming between us that words cannot fix….a distance that’s swallowing up my belief in what I thought we had I imagine too much hope for what may not be is this real or is it the beginning of the end
Read MoreScribbles in the sky
The sky is a brilliant winter blue, dashed with the scribbles of airplane exhaust and the fading breath of clouds. The nip of winter in a the bright expanse, warmed by the steam of fresh coffee and ready to hibernate and sleep till late morning. But the days pass and the urging to sway in…
Read MoreMusic that Harms the Soul
Jewel makes me violent. Anything she sings. I cringe. I want to punch someone. Repeated. She’s not good for the moral fiber of the country.
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