I am a clocks shadow.

I stand behind my clock.

The sunlight always hits him,

But for me he is a block.

I sit along behind his back.

Sometimes I poke out the side.

I feel special to some degree,

But Im just along for the ride.

I am a clocks shadow.

I stand only as tall and wide as he.

I wish sometimes the halls he decorated

Were really made for me.

I finally caught on to the realization that...

The comfort you bring strokes my sensory in the best way. The softness to your personality makes me feel happy in ways I didnt think possible. The humorous subtleties you have make my cheeks ache from smiling so wide and so often. Over the years ive grown to only love your smell and your clues and leave mine on the back burnner. Im still me but the best genre of me. I am a wanderer mentally and al...

Right around this time I start to clean.

I clean out my drawers, my cupboards, my clothes and I de-clutter.

I clean out my dishes, my paperwork, receipts and keepsake boxes. I organize my belongings.

I physically clean my home as well, scrubbing and wiping till surfaces sparkle after the layer of dust and buildup that accumulated from the year transfer onto a white cloth.

I also attempt to cl...

“When the storm comes, my compass always points to…”

The slight break in the clouds that hang above heavy with rain.

I point to the slim line of light that bleeds through the grey.

I keep my head up and charge to the brightness, the warmth showering my heart and soul.

If I can find my way through this storm, I will persevere....

Chapter 1.

To be a friend is to demand all that you desire as fast as you can. You can throw event after event just hoping to receive gifts and praise. You can push your life accomplishments so far down everyones throats that you feel a sense of hierarchy in the relationship. You feel you have beaten them to everything in life and won the race. To be a friend is to utilize guilt and pressure to ...

Please

Hear me

Please just try

I have been patient

But you dont understand why

The empty relationship fills the air

The way you act, I wouldnt dare

If I were you I’d try

Before time passes you by

Actually, Its too late

I cant wait

Hear me

Goodbye...

The mans wrinkles are never ending deep crevices like the grain in mahogany wood. The scent of wisdom and time fill the foyer. Above hangs an old chandelier and the ticking of the wall clock is the only thing filling the auditory void. You hear movements down the hall from his everything. Growing old together is the ultimate destination. To hear her feet causing the floors to creak is his bliss....

I crave silence. All I hear all the time is the buzzing and whispering of people in coversation and clanking and ringing of movement around me. Im tired of the noise, of the chaos. Silence breeds comfort and rest. It brings me peace and tranquility when the noise overhelms my every second in every place I exist. The silence breaks my rapid energy down to its natural state. The noise melts away lea...