I never told her where the fear comes from
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Piano Magic - Journal of a Disappointed Man
I slip and slide through my life, trying to get a grip on the rail. I’m grasping in the dark for a switch that’ll turn on some almighty bright white light and thus, illuminate the way, the path, make everything clear as day. And every breath I take seems to be quickly rolled up behind me and filed away in memory. Only a particular scent or dose of weather can pinprick the past and even then, the drawer opens flirtatiously for just a moment.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
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