we'll keep circling round and round, trying to find that connection. none. but you're not giving up yet, are you. persistence was always your strength. oh, you are stubborn as a mule.

Voices In The Night

I'm happy to hear from you.

So happy.

Hourglass

her hourglass body has told you

time

is

up

don't say i love you without saying it out loud

it's hard, so i won't say it at all
and i won't stay very long
but you are the life i needed all along
i think of you as my brother although that sounds dumb
and words are futile devices

i do.

war does not prove who is right

October

I cut open a gaping hole,

it reveals all the things I must remove.

To dig deep, scraping, cutting,

digging into the impurities.

Taking time, deep inside my mind.

I carve out how I see myself,

with moons and stars, I follow the night.

Oak trees, rooted firmly,

disconnected, old and withered.

And as I finish my pumpkin,

I am reminded that it's the end of October. Time is moving too fast.

The Smoke, It Rises

Where this path leads

Writing to my lost one

A bitter sense of mourning

I know where this path leads

The wax falls down like tears

Smoke sends you heavenwards

And I am left in silence

With seasons ever changing

Our time stands still

Question of the blog:

First I'd like to preface this and let you know, this is just a cigar. I'm not downs for any other smoking devices. But you do what you want. Just throwing it out there, for me.? k...cooool..

This started off as a letter, but through writing it over and over, this is all I could get out. So this letter is for you, and you know I'm not saying sorry, but my sympathies for not sending it.

SO, the question is, do you like writing letters? Do you like receiving letters/packages in the mail?

written.

glasses. camera. sufjan stevens. cookies. dry skin. cigars. writing letters. open window. plans. ashes. lost in thought. headache. memories. acoustic. wind. pumpkins.

tonight, i am alone.