Saying Good Bye

Saying good bye

And drink a bottle of anything

To make everything ok

Just got to get through another hour

And I could live without you.

Maybe it's for the best

That we move on

I hope we could make things ok

I hope you loved me as I loved you.

June 1998

(Sandra)

Sunset

Beyond the horizon.

Above the trees, and the fading blue sky.

Blue to dark blue to black.

Just like a blur into the furthest thought.

Yellow and orange fighting for each ounce

Of color.

White merging in somewhere.

It's then I realize I lost the distance it made me

Feel, and found a certain comfort in the moment.

A certain ease.

Dec 11/12

Dancer

Drifting, soaring high in the sky.

Turning, twisting, sharp moves.

Floating, on the soft warm breeze.

Dancing with the birds.

Swimming in the blue ocean of the sky.

Elegant, graceful, beautiful.

Dec 10/12

Anxiety

This slow breathing is helping.

Making me feel a little better.

Still wanna ball my eyes out.

Emotionally charged it feels like.

Almost getting mad and having the

Shakes.

Like you can't calm down.

Uncomfortable in my skin.

Stop thinking about it.

That's making it worst.

Heavy chested it feels like.

As if someone is standing on you.

Digging in.

Twisting into the nerves and joints.

This pain aches.

I forgot about the breathing.

Lets start again.

Dec 5/12

This

What is this?

This thing we call?

This is outrageous,

This moment,

This hope that this is a good idea?

This isn't happening,

This, this, to me.

This is the end,

I told you this would happen,

Did you listen to this?

Are you listening to this.

This is it I had it!

Dec 3/12