At the End of the Day.

Somewhere I’d rather be than here.

Echoes in the Distance.

Draped in a tattered, old shroud.

Reflections.

If only what was within was easy to find.

Breaking Surface.

The ghost of a memory hot on our trails.

‘The Untamed Hero’.

Perhaps beyond the chaos lies peace.

Away with the Clouds.

Until the next bout of rain...

New Moon.

We grow in phases or we fall apart.

No Way Out.

Words no longer mean to me what they once did.

Graves of Past.

Why do we ever hold on to the dead?

Of Stars And Fate.

What words shall ever be enough?

It’s Quiet For Now.

We've somehow run out of things to talk about.

All I Offer.

Vulnerable for all eyes that see.

Curious Species.

If only we had been more honest instead.

All That Is Today.

Forever wide-eyed, forever lost...

Tides of Memory.

Among millions of faces will the tides still find me?

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