Can you feel what I'm saying?Can you see what I'm touching?Can you taste what I'm hearing?Well I can't.Maybe because I'm here.Or is it because I'm not here.I really don't know.Visions of nothingness drift through my subconscious.My dream world could...

My Valentine is miles from hereand February’s atmospherehas cloaked the stars.  A snowy shroudengulfs my heart inside a cloud. But through the tundra’s ice and snowI feel his warming afterglow,a breath across the vast divideexpelled just as he comes inside my wanton...

 I am dreamingin death.My soul's encapsulated sleepidles on the brink of breath,a lifeless body laid to rest,so long agoand oh, so deepthat memory cannot attest or keepthe slightest vestige of my being.What I am seeingdisappears,and what I hearfalls deaf on...