Missing

Tomorrow is a glass half full. Tonight is a memory. I exhale with baited breath to find myself on my knees. And I know it's "worth it" if I die another day. And I know there's purpose in the things I choose not to say. But it was you and me against the world until … Continue reading Missing

Unhinged

I sit in silence for hours and days while the world passes by unhinged. I watch the clock dismantle and in haze because time no longer makes sense. Then I breathe and remember that today will be gone in an instant and tomorrow will either repeat the same or be glorious. Tonight I choose the … Continue reading Unhinged