Diving In Rip-Tides

When I look at you I can begin to loose my grip on exactly what to do. I tell myself I am brave but I am not. Especially when you bring feelings forgot. Your sustained gaze is making me go ways I’m not used to seeing anymore these days. Ferocity it does suit your mannerly…

Under The Rainbow

Coiled as if a spring tight and wound ready to release ramblings for my burden’s heavy. In woe I’ve examined of what all will see. The end of our light in life’s great journey. We are all of us kin by way of death I do think of my mortality; my grave in night dew….