I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
Countless nights searching Crawling through my dreams Looking for you Finding nothing but a ghost An image of someone I didn’t know Aimlessly Hopelessly Crying out to the Universe Begging for a sign you were real Walking past me daily Hidden in plain sight Reaching out wanting to hold me I over looked you blinded…
Somewhere half way between a dream and a memory I waited for her Grasping at thoughts of redemption She begs me not to remember but it’s something I’m unable to forget Maybe I’m just unwilling Forgiveness is a journey I don’t travel well Placing my thoughts into my hands Believing the dream to be a…
This must have been a dream Countless endless nights were spent grasping at images dancing in my head And each one a vision of it’s true self Of you Memories are dreams that have value In the pale morning light as I rise I feel the sunlight breaking over the foot hills and thawing the…
The morning breeze rushes in as I open the window to a new day Thoughts of last night still dance in my head as if some forgotten nightmare is following me I stand here looking out the window of our dreams Thoughts and happy images frolic in the corners of my mind But I can…
How often I daydream about waking up next to you Feeling your soft skin in the morning Watching the dim light from the rising sun dance off your hair Feeling your breath on my face as you wake Breaking my own heart I let go Watching you dance I imagine all the places you take…
