Cookies Message


What does it mean to have friends?
To be loved or loathed in polarity?
You who walk down the empty path
wallow in misery,
the moon illuminates your death.

We walk together and apart.
Far from one another yet always together;
For you are never far from my whirring mind
Dancing in the avenues of the past
My brain.

It bursts in isolation
Contemplating the 'why'
The 'when'
The 'what if'
Always with a question
Never comforted in contentment
But all the while alone.


Contact Form (Do not remove it)

back to top