As the days trot by
As water flows into rivers
Gardens shrink down to weeds
Books are consumed
Pens dry to dust
I still cannot make out
The essence in the day
The chemistry to summer afternoons
As the days bleed through the paper
Scarred into my journal
Words turn into pages
Pages into thoughts and dreams
Waiting is a way of life
A way of coping through neglect
Poison
Scandal
Caress