Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures

Death's In The Good-bye.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

It Is In The Small Things We See It. The Child's First Step, As Awesome As An Earthquake. The First Time You Rode A Bike, Wallowing Up The Sidewalk.

I’ll Put It Out There: I Am Scarred By The Nostalgic Indicipherability Of My Own Desires; I An Engulfed By The Intimidating Unknown, Pushed Through Darkness And Dragged Down By The Irretrievable Past Sweetness Of My Memories.