A Distant Comfort

I’m slipping away; through my very own fingers, I slip. Is it maybe true after all; do some people just not know how to cope with themselves? We simply carry too much around; too much fear that seeks out comfort; don’t we all get cheated on – in one way or another – by life, … Continue reading

I see him

I see him in a window, From a piece of Christmas decoration; Through some leaves and branches, Within the flicker of a newly broken light. Before you left, I left, We left,- Before we ever met. I see him on my pillow, And in the picture in my wallet; Between the pages of my notebook, … Continue reading

Hurricane Heart

This hurricane heart is paralysed with fear; Is it fighting intuition, Or the distance between there and here?