the beginning ends
where the middle fails to start.
time for a reboot.
Archives for December 2016
crispy
it is crisp outside.
the moon sharp as a dagger.
soul sliced to ribbons.
winter locked
winter settles in.
drunk unwelcome relative.
but the door is locked.
night mares
the northern ice wind.
running mares across the plains.
clouds from their noses.
sands of time
in the large mountains
i am counting the molehills.
building sandcastles.
cold hearted
winter’s ice cold breath
an embrace of dead lovers.
heart of discontent.