So this is all I amAnd this is all I knowCan't tell a summer loverTo settle for the snow The last time I saw them Your eyes still shone for me I don't know how to function What is time and space and light and day I might as well be swimming in the river … Continue reading Black and white
We are as boats, Floating, Capsizing, Cruising, But never falling under. You are the anchor that steadies me And I am what keeps you buoyant, Your Sea.
My knees might not get proverbially wobbly when I see you But I lose command of the English language And that, I think, Is a more profound loss of faculty
You think the danger has passed You think you're in the clear. But he comes silently, stalkingly, With the stealth of the night And when he comes, There can be nothing But to give in and be ravaged By the Power of a Memory.
Lemonade, Lemonade, Lemonade,Always on a hot summer's day.I recall one day in AdelaideWhen you froze summer with the words you would say.
We walked along the shaded path, Hand in hand, in tandem; We bathed in early sunbeams, We made this our memorandum.
Jean-Paul Sartre wrote, "If you're lonely when you're alone, then you're in bad company." Well, I am personally quite comfortable (too comfortable, perhaps) in solitude and I pity my fellow misfortunate millennial counterparts (not all of them, but you know full well which cliques I'm talking about) that need to meet five different groups of … Continue reading The Day of Alone Time