How much longer will I linger in hope? It is the thread that keeps me balanced. A thread that's wearing thin. I hoped I could be special to you for someone to hold me dear and in turn the same but to give you all when you can only give one, broken, crooked limb it … Continue reading Linger


Dead leaves

Step in the river before it changes because it may never feel the same the air smells like it did and the grass feels fresh, a little coarse so why is it all so distorted? the same rocks and trees that stood there then stand there now entrenched into my memories seeing them gives me … Continue reading Dead leaves