• my muse

    dancing barefoot in the snow

    and all my heroes are gone. I’ve torn the posters from my wall. They’re lost to me. Much like my muse. When this happened, I’m not really sure. One day…

  • my muse

    wilting

    i can sit here watching the clock on the wall and time barely moves forward i can sit here and sit here… and sit here and never move forward my…

  • my muse

    deep within

    i dream. i hurt. i love. i feel. i am not made of stone nor ice nor sand though a fire burns fierce within me red it flares and ignites…

  • memories,  my muse

    remembering

    erin walker :: august 6, 1977 – october 23, 1994   when i close my eyes   she’s too young to be forgotten her world has only just begun her…