It's winter again.
That time of year
when I fall victim
to my hopeless
melancholy.
What eases the pain?
Pouring my soul
onto paper at 3am,
while you softly
sleep next to me,
completely oblivious
to the catastrophe
laying beside you
and of course,
alcohol.

The song of Venus
Should  rouse Jesus
To dance

I swear you were all just a spark
In the flame I've been keeping
And
I swore to all of the holy things in my heart
That I would not let you burn me
And
I am brighter now
You cannot keep me in the dark
--
Dust to dust
Ashes to...
The flicker of me
Leaving you be

Even though we're far apart,
you're the one that holds the key to my heart.

a story nonetheless, as are others. i prefer tintin

with snowy a dog. this year you have not told me,

confided. i have the little things that could mean

much.



not about money, more about family. it may

be time you told them.



it is time to regrade

christmas.



sbm.