Toxic Waste

I had a dream that my lungs filled with toxic waste called air. Each inhale becoming at last, an exhale.  An inhale, becoming my last exhale.

Time Wasted

I'm running out of time, with another day wasted, fully aware, that this has all been one big flop. I just didn't know how to get to you. And, my biggest regret? I will never know what it was like, to kiss those lips.

The Circle

Stubbornness and individuality get the better of me

The Metamorphosis

Opening his mouth, letting his words pour out, he went from extraordinary, to extra ordinary.

Work in Progress

We are all works in progress

Come Home

When are you coming back?  I miss you - things are lonely here without you.

The Clock Will Run Out

Every beginning has its ending.