I wish to close the gap
but it only grows
further and farther
further and farther
til only echoes remain
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2013
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June
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- Canyons
- Cartography in the Invisible World
- Contemplating Zero
- Stop wondering.
- forget
- I want Beauty in my life.
- Strangers No More
- A Moment of Beauty
- A girl named Luna
- Suburbia
- Unfinished
- Don't Wake The Neighbors
- My heart is a Riot for you.
- Chambers
- Haunted by nothing- what fear remains?
- Which
- Just Calm Down!
- Careless Writing
- Change is not possible without the work to reali...
- I don't worry about worry don't have the time to...
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June
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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