The winding vines tighten around the heart fluttering, bird-like and fit to burst. Heady hours flicker like Kodachrome through the projector in my head. Over and over the film slides, sticking on those little moments, shared smiles, discreet glances, the ponderings of a mad man over the weight of the mug, the value of words, and a warm touch. Intricacies burn holes into my mind the color of your eyes, the chilling space i...
Here in my lonely heart, Betwixt that narrow moment of light and shadow Wherein lies the truth that is me. Across the blue expanse, in that open space of nothingness Where angels fall and dance across the barrenness of my enduring soul; Rests the small ember that struggles to drift away into darkness, And find within a sea of chaos a small island of tranquillity. Tranquillity? What is tranquillity in this world that roars...
