I'm not so sure//Where I should go//Or if I've gone too far into//Some place covered in gray snow...
Obscured by the Brightest Green
Of Beautiful Parts
The petal dropped from the flower//And so the flower drooped...
Every Limb Groans
I forget how to adore nostalgia//Aching unendingly, with no respite...
Notes and Pages
For nostalgia is to my dear friends//The first pages of a book that never ends
Fading Colors and Street Names
Moments held in waning frames, fading colors and street names...
December Rose 