Writing

we can run fast  
run forever 
until we lose ourselves 
our spirit 
but it doesn't matter 

as we sit in the grass 
and breathe in 
as the air grows sweet 

When I am no longer 
The same as I once was 
And you have equally changed 

All these memories and moments 
That I once believed 
Would last 
Forever 

As he crossed the everdale Wyoming border, he had realized that the rain had been following him all along. Thomas was drenched in water as his suitcase was cracked and his business cards bled.

Dear tormentor

Is this all i will ever become?

She had me whispered

As the moon waltzed through the sky

Your pretty object?

i labor through bright and dim

My long forgotten body

                                          Pulses

With the glow of what could have been

When you close your eyes

Can you feel

Remorse

Bubbling into your chest?

When you shut your mouth

Can you feel

Regret?

Can you?

Or do you just let the