Letter to Myself

Dear Friend, All deaths seem unfortunate, even the one’s that are well needed or that are unwilling to pass on. It may be needed if torment is all you ever felt or were kept from a liberty that you longed for so much, begged for. It is a disguise often told that some things are …

After You

After you, comes darkness. Darkness of the night, And a violent darkness of you. After you, it talks in a language I understand but can’t speak, (Or maybe a little.) And I talk in a language it understands but can’t speak. Or won’t. After you, is nothing. After you is quiet and quiet for hundred …