...the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...
A Familiar Rain...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
A Familiar Rain...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
A Familiar Rain...I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...
A Familiar Rain....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...
A Familiar Rain...the real absurdity is that to love is to suffer, but the reverse isn't always true...
A Familiar Rain