If i could grasp oxygen, Have it lay in my palm And tear it straight to its core To get a mere peek of What the future has laid Upon its own palms, then Perhaps my anxiety May subdue and succumb To its mortal enemy; Peace. (LS)

Day 2

It was day 2 when it hit me Like a stack of bricks on concrete The tan skinned arm The beard and that smile The world in its entirety stopped And it was just me and absent you A long lingering stare and youre gone My heart sank. Its been a daze without you It … More Day 2