i have dreamed as if time were ending
dark in the summer heat
stars shooting, falling in a thousand streaks
or was it winter, cold daylight
stark cemetery trees silently reaching out;
i cannot imagine spring
being the callingtime of the apocalypse,
and autumn is too quiet
i instead see in my mind’s productions
fire or ice, not a whimper,
not a fading out of all these days and nights…
there are those among us
that will not allow the slow decay of light
and it may be you, if thinking
that caring is not a waste, after all, not
lingering too long on “why”
but finding “because” in parentheses waiting
for someone who saw it
dreaming in broad daylight, a hint, a clue
reflection
3:08am saturday, 3rd march
Its time to be forever,and stop writing.
Reflection
3:10am saturday, 3rd march
VERY few people can talk like that.
3:11am saturday, 3rd march
Love and Death are one.
Reflection
4:03pm saturday, 3rd march
I'm starting the end of the world.Everyday you are going to feel it.Closer, and closer, and closer.
reflection
