[We] often forget to be in the often in between...
The Often in Between
Future Memories
It feels like just yesterday, this day that's yet to be...
[We] May Never Meet
Murmur and vim, fervor and whim...
Intertwined
In the dark bliss, under the pale moon. Vines that all twist in love's tender bloom
Sea of Rolling Hills
But first, I had to face the Sea of Rolling Hills.
Spaces Between Your Fingers
You will be glad for the brief time you spent with spaces between your fingers.
Peaces in Tow
Ever anon it goes the ineffectual prose of things you'll never know just living a life in tow
It’s Pouring – Revisited
There's nothing left inside//
the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed//
nothing more to confide//
silence on an empty stage
December Rose 