Home of life
Rendered
Lifeless
Door
Yard away
Another home
another life
Another love
Of none.
Only to hold.

How I yearn
To sit by that bridge
With my feet in the chill waters
Of the stream running below
With a light head
a heavy heart
And no sound of people
for miles around.

Yeah. At least I can imagine it for now.
Does anyone here know how to stitch such dreams? :|

Dear Reader

Confession: I have selfish (bordering cryptic) posts here. I trust that you understand and respect that this is a way for me to lay my words in public but know that only I and those concerned will know why exactly something has been written.

It is probably reflective of my private personality but I sincerely haven't intended to write so. Yes, even after all these years I am not comfortable outside of my shell.

Thankyou for your support thus far,
Ramses

Heartburn

Burned heart.

Difficult to find:

People who are honest to themselves.

And when I do find them, it wrings my heart and strengthens my faith in humanity.

You are
The imperfection in perfection.

ijusthadtosaythis ii

You're not alone, loner!

Heehaw.