air and memories

my hand grasps nothing but air and memories where you used to stand.

is it beautiful?

is it beautiful up there?

weights

i’ve been exhausted.

hope

i think about your once-smiling face, and hope you are finally Happy now, at a different place.

sorry but i’m feeling gray today

sorry that i am not going, but i don’t want to ruin your day just because i’m feeling gray today.

dark days

some days, i feel gray..

drowning in an abyss

a drowning feeling that pulls you under,staring at the edge of the abyss,you wonder how far the drop will be – if it will be a second before the ground meets your lipsor if you will fall for eternity – the absence of feeling, wandering in a daze,hands tug at the edges of the cloudsuntil

abyss

lost in this forever abyss, i have forgotten the sun.

drowning

drowning in this dark cloud. no way out.

faded

i drew you five years ago. sharp charcoal lines – cheekbones, angles, body – fiery red hair and lipstick to match,tangoing among the wreckageas the world burned behind you sharp tongue and a wit to match,decisive, confident, beautiful,red heels, stiletto nails,a fire burned within you. today i drew you again. your tangled hair hiding your