A mostrar mensagens de Março, 2013

back to the past

it all reverts back to before you:
my belongings dropping away from me
like unsympathetic skydivers,
gone the car house job life
none of it mine to start withso as senility grimaces at me
on the horizon, I reboot to
adolescence, nothing to give
but my bare skinfull-on reboot


beyond the obliteration of a lifetime
lies the annihilation of dreamtime
understanding how to love
beyond memories, pictures and wordsI am grateful you came packed
with a whole life
to live inyou’re making it so easy to
love you