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maybe.

maybe.

i craved the open road, the quiet peace that comes with being alone, copper sun shining on a burning horizon, the highway sound carried like whispers on the wind i wanted to travel the world, my heart much too big for this small place we would climb to the roof and...
The Art of Drowning

The Art of Drowning

  I have always been drawn to water, the allure of being clean, as if one dip beneath the surface will wash all my cares away I just hover, lost in the fading colors as depths rise, no more crowded rooms filled with empty conversation, just sweet silence it makes...
Midnight Black

Midnight Black

  She whispers in abstract, shades of midnight black and questions that remain, persisting thoughts that will not wait, not always welcome or logical, rarely methodical, never as love notes or the soft touch of sin But, nonetheless, she is lost in them, the way...
Goodbyes

Goodbyes

  She is delicate, the soft touch of satin and lace She is shadowed grace, a beauty in the dark hiding from the day She steals hearts, beckoning you close with whispers, her words stirring the air, like music and melody and long lost memories finally returning...
Fall and Fade

Fall and Fade

We escape, dwelling in another space, dancing with dreams to cure the ache as our minds sway to the music of a different time and place We are so hooked on the rhythm of some UNreality, living somewhere between fiction and fantasy as words tu mb le and worlds crumble...