Heading down to the catacombs   of the house, the tomb of forty years   of unfinished pieces, a boulevard of broken dreams,   half-finished art,   empty frames waiting,   longing for their masterpieces.   Past lines unwritten, words without arrangement that spilled out as ghosts   with nowhere to go. Time to dust off my life,   set...

I'm losing my voice in the voidit still echoes but feels so far awaywithin me I listen for my thoughtsfading quickly, I hear the waves of the abysswashing over my soulI'm becoming one again a part of the wholewhere...

seeking consolation in a touchsweet understanding is the way you love mesadness peaks and I hold myself tightmy heart wants to reach out to youbut I fear I will make it harder for youlosing myself in the mortalmy soul...

within me grieve for days lostmemories come and remind mewhere I missed the markfaces come into view, making my heart sadbecause I feel I failed them somehowthere is no fixing itthere is no going backwe pick up our broken...