Tonight

The quieter it grows, the faster the wind blows, I think of the times when you were here. When I could call you, listen to your voice, your sighs, your thoughts. I still hear your thoughts sometimes, in my mind- or in my dreams. I hear you calling me and saying "let it be. let us be as we were." And then I know I was only listening to my own thoughts.

flickering tempers

Summer's sun drowns behind veils of smoke, cigarettes seldom outlast our conversations near the old fort- we, who are young, are blessed... to vile away summer afternoons this way in sad songs.
I am seeking to rehabilitate myself- I hope the curse is over. I am rejuvenated, I will re-live...
One summer afternoon I hope, we'll finally meet.