We live in a stencil,
Products of a graphite pencil
With which the perimeters
Of our souls are drawn
We live in a stencil,
Products of a graphite pencil
With which the perimeters
Of our souls are drawn
BelatedI go through old photographsTo try and see into the emptiness you wereHiding behind those eyesI did not see the tears.The warmth of the sunReminds me … Read MoreSenseI am not going to pretendI see any sense in livingBut I can only try to liveAs if time will be forgivingAnd someday I will… Read MoreMarionettesWatch the marionette show -See the broken-down beingsAnd their loosened stringsBeneath their painted poster facesDisjointed wooden limbsStumble across… Read MoreEcclesiastes 3:11Eternity set in our hearts -Within our very beings -Yet we cannot seeBeauty in its infinite form;But only a negligible fractionOf what is to beAnd wha… Read MoreDoes it?Does the world revolve around todayDoes time collapse and fade awayIs life an endless depth we drown ourselves in?Are we forced to live each day the s… Read More