For every story told, I wonder how many more are lost to time and silence.
The world is warmer everyday, but that will never cure the ice in my soul.
She watched the clock, tick by tock, waiting for a call that would never come.
There’s nothing worse than becoming old and irrelevant, dreaming only of things out of reach.
Hold Your Breath
My darling wife- I will always love you~ hold still while I bury you— alive!
Were you born as a twin or is that voice inside your head an illusion?
Alone again Friday night, so I stick pins in my heart and watch it bleed.
I didn't want to be a big fish in a small water, so I left.
Countdown to Zero
Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen
Twelve, eleven, ten
Nine, eight, seven
Six, five, four
Three, two, one...
Fifteen: age of battles where most wars are lost to the offspring of disappeared fathers.