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1     A few years ago sleeping here wouldn’t have been a problem. In fact, it was the only place where I easily shut my eyes and let my mind reboot. It was a lullaby to me and it never failed me as a way to forget that all the screams. The screeching was what I found to be the best medicine in the world for me. It sounded sweeter than a mother’s voice humming rock-a-by baby to an infant with colic in the twilight hours of night. As the cars would gently shake back and fo...

Talking in Silence I try to explain and I try to elaborate. But it's like talking of those nights in silence. When the wind was cold, but the fire made warmer. Lying on the couch just calmly watching the snow fall outside my window. Looking at you I swear I could see forever, and the whiteness painted your eyes. A quaint little smile as fought back the laughter when I told you that you're an angel. You softly put a finger to cover my lips; which you replaced with your own. As you pulled away ...

Come my friends and meet with me and sit beneath the branches of the old oak tree Beyond the forest and beyond the hills upon the rocky plain where our souls doth will Meet ye fellow fools high on this ridge and connect with me as our hearts connect a bridge To cross the waters that swarm in our souls on the other side beyond what shall be the unknown Sit with your brothers here on the ground letting our whispers carry our unique true sound So come, come my daring youthful friends whilst you ...

In this small café at a single table I sit. Order the same food and drink the same drink. The cluttering noises of conversations invade my ears, and it seems no one has a care to their name. the couple by the window holding hands giggle as he whispers sweet little nothings for only she to hear. How delightful they look at their table by the window, and how in love they the appear. However, she keeps hidden behind her eyes that she smiles with another’s name resting upon her mind. Then there i...

While walking in the woods I came across a valley of standing stones. They were circled around each other and all faced down into the center towards one vine covered marker. With hesitant gaze I ventured through the grim rows. I took notice that all were blank of name as if they waited to be finished. Down and down I continued to go until I reached the only level grown that was offered. With unsteady thoughts I fell to my knees in front of that ghastly engraved stone. The sun was replaced by ...