Missing you

Deep breaths

Slowly exhale

Savoring what lingers

In the air


yearning to keep a warm feeling

or calm an electric tremble

Fresh Air

When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?

Silent Wishes

Staring at ghosts through a phantom window
Unwilling to turn away
Allowing the air to be taken from room

See others

Once a barren desert of broken dreams

Now a field of desire and hope grows

Wake Up

There is no face or sound to go with this predator after its prey, only the oppressing feeling of dire and the need to be free from its touch-less grip.

Questioned Faith

Having faith in nothing also leaves you with nothing. Empty. No dreams. No hopes. No future. No connection to others or yourself.