reflecting her light, The moon spills in, my eyes pool and the memories of places and people pour over me. this is nothing new & as usual..Ill wake up alone again.
maybe its me but sometimes I feel as if that silent sense of content that everyone gets just disappears soon as the sun sets.
keep busy just so I don’t have to think about thinking.
her face in appears in my dreams & seizes my gut…she flooded me with dread.
those are the memories of yesterdaze..good times.
permanent summer…I know ima miss her..
I find it okay though, I’m staying busy..tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder about times or people past.
