'I'd rewrite it all for you.'

‘Words Don’t Come Easily To Me’.

Perhaps it is a blessing...

Do You Remember?

What might have been...

Spring Never Came.

Living the same, old day

Faded Goodbyes.

I save stories...


Time slips away

Tired of Falling Asleep.

Have I mentioned I'm tired?

Pieces of Love.

We are just pieces of everyone we've loved.

I Know It’s Time To Leave.

That's just how life is.

Most Days.

Art was always supposed to be something to cherish.

The Poets.

I am beginning to understand what this is all about.

#NaPoWriMo Day 24: Portrait Of Blood And Tears.

The river of inspiration runs dry.

The Ever-Elusive.

Out of reach, but just barely.


An illusion is all it was...

Daydream Mine.

Perhaps this is what it means to lose oneself...

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