Spotted Moods

It is quaint and quiet, Our little world. The hands of sunlight, Sets at our eyes. Our little world, With few to none good-byes...

What's left and gone, can still return. For this, I desperately burn. Something old to make new, The very brightest of all hues. It may...

It is all a big blur, isn't it? Each moment we have becomes a memory. Some memories we hope to live through again. Some, we try to run...

When the world's eye lids are folded, mine are unfurled . I don't want to sleep. I want everything in and out of my vision to be observed....

I’d have nightmares. But in the middle of the night I’d wake up to turn a light on and at the time, my step-mom thought, “Well maybe TV...