Random jots!

8.12.03
Chills. Cold chills of what's to come. I feel it in me. I feel it pulling me; shoving me; calling me.

11.5.01
She stepped passed the threshold
Entering the ever-changing world
Her life was becoming certain
New feelings were being determined
No longer was she walking in fear
She didn't need someone to dry her tears.

9.13.02
Goodbye blue skies
I'll miss you, my green eyes
I guess we finally grew apart
We finally made two of this one heart.

11.20.01
She's coming up ashes
It's taunting her lifeline
Her eyes are burrying the strain
The awkwardness of her subtle ways
Engrave her in copper.