I look for the soul I cannot find it It is a crazy I should think For soul to be concealed Behind lock and link My feelings are lost My senses gone Caught and drowned Like newly-sprouted trees Destroyed in your frost My love shall grow again in spring I must confess My words freeze [...]


A note to her

No one listens, do they? No one really listens. Trying to make ourselves heard is like crying in a hurricane. Trying to communicate is like playing pretenses in handcuffs. They won't get it. Expressing to others how we truly feel is like walking backward, blindfold, through a spiral maze. Like we Count the number of [...]