lost dreams

knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.

connection

an invisible connection between you and i, miles away yet so near.

rambles of the lost

if i were to start writing about my lifemy pages would stay blankwith unfilled lines, maybe the occasional scribble,the doodles that bleed through pagesinto the wooden desk underneathand my finger – a drop of blood crowning the tip – will shake till a masterpiece of blood and tearsadorned the page – these rambles trip and

hurry

clocks ticking: bye-bye – hurry up, birds chirp, dogs bark – cars whoosh by, clocks tick

rainy thoughts

the heavens weep for all of those it has lost to the merciless winter sweeping across desert lands with a heavy hand, sparking no glance to the gray huddled masses crowded around a single burning fire. but hope can only burn for so long, and it sputters out as the heavens weep along with the

everyday

everyday,the musical bird sings,while the squirrel scampers,and the humans go about their day,oblivious.