It certainly seems the season//For muted colors and muttered memory...
Muttered Memory
The Wood of Your Many Thoughts
You wander fresh roads... And behind you, the woods grow again and again
Tomorrow We Can Try Again
I saved you a seat, my friend, on our favorite park bench...
After You’ve Forgotten
Better that they remember you after you've forgotten your name...
Our Celestial Quilt
Each day we're woven into the celestial quilt...
Do I Stand, Forgotten
Do I stand, forgotten, as I forget myself?
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
Someone Dies Every Day
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
Unknown Corners
Sometimes we know what monsters are inside us... It's the unassuming darkness we forget about.
December Rose 