: About Me

The curse of the lonely man is time, Time to think, time to reflect and time to feel. Thinking about the people that walk to and fro past my window Smiling and cursing, laughing and joking heading somewhere I do not know. Connected like parasites to a giant web of friendship and bloodline missed if not there and taken for granted if present. If only I could be taken for granted. I gaze into space no focus on anything and reflect. Reflecting on how loves hand once held mine so tight it caused me to smile And how loves sweet scent filled my head with its musk dizzying my senses. How once the...