Freedom

Softly treading,
she's learned to make no sound.
She walks alone at twilight
a perfect end to an imperfect day

Through the saffron glow
she watches
streetcar delights with men named
Shirley

Behind closed doors they kiss their
wives but out here they're happy
Something she has never known
A closed book in a life of regret

She envies their candor

The mist makes soft waves
enveloping her in warmth
and comfort
Silent reflections of a dream

Art stuff

latest art project

The origin

The rockstar

Melancholia

Today, my darling, is a good day for tears
I wept unrestrained from the haunted in my mind

Alone I sit
apologetically, that I was never more for you...
That today you face a monster

Never mind that I would give my everything for you
Regardless of my condition.
Today, I have failed.

Today, I am bound,
Tied up in duty and compensation

Alone, I cry out
For you