Monthly Archives: July 2016

Its just too much. 

i’m dying inside cause you’re not here and you’re everything that i am,  and in every old face caught in every tune lives the every breath that you left in the simplest vessel wrought of pain in its dough  where … Continue reading →

sometimes  the pain is so much it simply ceases to hurt. 

playing memory while our fingers dance in impossible circles round you and me and everything us but our eyes- they hold volumes of futures not written yet, while staring time in its hand covered face……

i missed you  for like a minute tonight and i cried for a spell and the clock ticked on.