A brief look inside my mind. A reality that rose, then fell, only to rise again from the ashes of what I believe is true and not true.
Come into the interZone. . .
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Wake Up We're Here
Sometimes I wake up missing you,
The train races through the backyard.
So loud I can't hear you.
So frustrating.
My life for this moment , stolen
By the roaring of this daily moan!
So madding, so,
Sometimes I wake up missing you.
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