I stood there, gazing into that empty, yawning abyss. I felt a strange nostalgia. A melancholy that was both familiar and unnerving. I knew this place, long ago.Time began to slow.My tears began to flow.I have arrived.Goodbye.

"We'll head out on Monday, spend the night in the next state, tour the park all day." "Oh, not been there." "Right, next day to the next state and the next park. Spend the night and take a couple of days to tour that park." "Sure you can do this?" Immediate response. "Sure, I'm fine. Just need to take my time and rest." Tired. Weary. In body and spirit. The alleyways of the mind are dark and dank. So tired. "I'll be fine....

Nostalgia - Adrian Gabardo Today I remembered, that old place I used to sleep in, those four white walls within I used to reside, much alike the ones where my eyes shall close tonight. I remembered, the feeling of misplacement I used to feel, the melancholy that runned through my veins, rotting me inside. Why do I remember? Why have I forgotten the summer? Is it because winter's nearing? I feel the cold slowly freezing my...

If I were not hard to please or too aloof to say the least If I were to care less with judgements to be at ease If I were too insensible to notice or deaf and blind to see If I were strong enough but no, my heart crumbles to hear thee And now I am wishing I was a person who is far from me Then, I would have never tried holding back my tears I would have never have even to wipe it dry I would have never have to hear re-ech...

Each year I'm stuck pondering, Thinking about the separate identities September puts on and throws away. Flinging emotions around like dresses Leaping from their hangers, onto the floor Unsure as to what fits best. September didn't mean to be so indecisive With its masks of sentimentality, Euphoria and turmoil. But I'm simply bewildered. September used to bring me to utopia; A world filled with whimsical wonders. A single...

I once found myself straddling the line between reality and fantasy. Where I walked the world in a half-dream state. Neither feeling alive nor departed. I was defunct, deadened, despondent. Days dragged on, nights were too short. I slept to remove myself from the world. Too many sounds too bright I longed for the sun to set. Where nights become my saviour for solitude I craved to get out of my skin. To find a new home. I...

Strikes at the heart and oft times will not release mefor days I brood, my world a small focus inside my head At times no bigger than myself and the world just fades away. I lock myself away, not literally, just emotionally, Shut off all my receptors, ignore those that matter, those that care Lose myself in the unquiet of my mind and float in a Seething mass of unhelpful feelings. Dreams and wishes jump at me, Wants and n...

I want to depict a story of a no- one, not just any no- one, but a no- one who had a real story to tell. His outward life was perhaps not that extraordinary; he was a twenty-something, working in sales, single and relatively popular with the few friends that he actually had. It was his inner life that was the most interesting, and disturbing. It is disturbing in that it has so much in common with many people currently res...

  Weary the soul who for love searches Along the highways of the night. Pity the bird that strays and perches Among the crags devoid of light. Each night they wait for tranquil moments Beneath the stars who watch and know And when the winds relent and scatter I know not where it is they go. But always the winds renew their torments Upon the living and the dead; Howling, they rage, they claw and plunder Lost souls and fled...