The Forgotten Diary.

Words will be written sooner or later.

Anywhere But Here.

Frozen on this ground I stand...

On The Brink.

Waiting for my crescent to be whole again.

Voices in the Dark.

We never know our way around.

The Same, Old Songs.

In distant memories and forgotten dreams...

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.

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.

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