The Meadow
I see a flowered field, fed beautifully by the light rains of spring. There, the romance of butterflies and the lust of bees reign, and a moment of hope is born. She is sitting there, […]
Tom
There is no time…(Me, the Ugly One)
I simply have no time. I have no time for the bullshit. I can’t walk with the beautiful ones, their neatly trimmed hair and wonderfully pressed clothing. I can’t deal with the fakeness of their […]
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You Love Her
Perhaps my life hasn’t prepared me for her arrival, but rather prepared me for her absence.
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The Things She Does Not Know
…for all the things she knows, there are many things she doesn’t.
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There Are Many Mysteries
A man who has lost everything stands firm in the fields where all he is have been planted. The birth of that field remains a mystery, but the truth of where he stands is nothing of the sort.
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When There Is Nothing I Can Do
Despite my story wishing things were different, that for once a heart was in tune with mine, and that the timing was perfect for a resurrection of my hope, there is always something I can do.
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Another Letter to Her
Sanity seems a darkness in which I’ve lived too long. I wish to walk in the light of craziness!
