Happy Days Live On

Some may say that I’m morbid, even disrespectful. I say, it’s a matter of perspective, and love, a lot of love.  Today, my love died. Today, her eyes washed to oceans of blue and glimmers of white. Today, she surrounded me. Today, she showed me life floats on. And, today, I started watching the secondContinue reading Happy Days Live On

I Remember My Dream

Digging graves, unconsciously, just digging. Scaring everyone. Dreams…well…they change. They morph into something scientific, to be dissected or picked apart. Between disillusionment and the idea that you needed to be more than what you should be or than what you really wanted. You don’t really dig graves. You dream, like every single one of us.Continue reading I Remember My Dream