watching the kids play i stood there on a slow afternoon in a room full of emptiness; the memories and dreams broken and haunting me still as i speak to the atmosphere and i fall into myself; beauty is the what the eyes behold beneath this skin, no one can

How to deal with the unexpected, Torments me day by day. It happened so suddenly, Memory does not fade away. You were here and now you’re gone, It hurts to live on The memory of you Lingers everywhere, Sending me into a trance With just a single glance Of where

I wander  on the hills And valleys deep, In bright and cold days With my flock of sheep. My sheep are few Black, gray and white They graze in green fields And I love the sight. Folks call me nerd As I love my sheep, I am a shepherd And

trapped in a mire of reality, sometimes dreams are all i have, reality is nothing but a well disguised mirage; torn between the two, i fight on and on and on, every day with my own self, to keep my sanity and live another day; with my head full of