Month: December 2014

hotel California on the background Mom’s cooking in the air Cool breeze to kiss my face my brother to mess up my hair I have never had better Saturdays than that I don’t think I ever will

I hope you don’t see me as clearly, as empty as I see you

These days everything is easily accessible…. except reality reality is not

Silence killed me more than swords could Sadness filled me more than words  would