Hugging You

oh, my/ i sigh, wisp of memory/ floating by an image/ remembering us the smell of clean/ oil of olay hands warm/ blue veins/ grey eyes Oh, my/ i sigh. arm in arm/ hand to hand laughing again/ I dream awake oh! awaken my love! waiting breathlessly/ drowning sea I hug you tightly/ brightly ShiningContinueContinue reading “Hugging You”

A CLEAN SLATE

oh so WHITE AND SHINY… Waiting for my pen, for my brush. I just cant stand the barrenness of it, stretching of into the infinite distance, saying nothing. I cant sit in silence either, in a social setting. I would be awful in an interrogation, babbling mindlessly- wait… not mindlessly. I do get chatty, butContinueContinue reading “A CLEAN SLATE”