i don't like how i am at home.

his laughter...

the echo of the laughters
still reverberates through the closet of my memory.


he sat there. in that seat. it was once warm.

we shared laughters. in the afternoon. it was once light.

those once green, vibrant leaves. are now a bashful red.



the leaf twirled once.
twice.
in a little dance.

but soon it will fall.
into the the labyrinth of colors.

that once resilient, strong green

is just but one
of the many, crinkled crunches

that echoes
throughout the streets

it's hard for me to maintain relationships.

...

My heart is a little too small.

run.

Lets run. run as fast as we can. until we're out of breath. until the beating our hearts is in sync. It doesn't matter where we are. or how long we've run. as long as we're running together.

decisions.

kept to myself.

Changed.

Lets be moved.

Over the clearing, there she sits. static. uncaring.

she overlooks the city, glances over the lives.

and holds herself a little closer.

Now and Then