The moth kept pouring itselfagainst the porch light.Over and over.A tiny, dusty bodychasing something brightthat had no intentionof saving it. I understood that.Spent enough yearsdoing the same thing.Following neon signs.Half-empty glasses.Things that looked warmfrom a distance. I was twenty-one,standing beside my...

I never caused troubleIn my friends lifeI always respect their wishesThey want me to treat them rightNot cursing at themNone of my friends like to beMistreatedThey want to be treated withRespectLike they do with meAIso we all pray for...

enigmatic promises I hold dearyou forfeit them causing turmoil that wasn't heremy heart aches causing me deep painturning in the elements I don't know how to leave the hurtif I stay it goes without saying I won't be lovedif...

Tense weaves under the light ceilingWind comes to sweep the vague emptinessShort and thin trailSilently weaving our threadNo one notices the shineAlmost invisible in the handSpinning the trail of fateDust turns into a songWe are of pure silkBorn from...

it started as a whisper  soft warnings... just at the edges of awareness  the way a storm builds  only a murmur in the distance drifting on a slight breeze but it grew... from a tiny sound barely audible... to a full blown roar leaving nothing behind only total destruction... no going...