The sky wept with me like a close friend who felt beyond the words we shared.

m.a.

All the unspoken, and the spoken, yet never understood, choked my heart.

m.a.

Everyday is like the one before.. And each night takes away some more.. m.a.

In a strange way, things that can’t speak make you feel less alone.

m.a.

I hear the most music in the depths of silence.

m.a.

Somewhere along the length of time, while we are busy numbering our days, we forget to make them count.

m.a.

Footsteps

footsteps       On the sands of time, as I look back I see, one pair of footsteps, walking fast and going slow. Too tired to go on and lost their way home. In places waiting… for a long time, hoping to find what was lost on the way. And then dragging along, treading carefully, retracting.. with nowhere to go. m.a.

Scattered

On solitary nights, as I stand out staring at the sky, moonlight rekindles the fire in my heart. The longing returns, burning my soul to nothingness as the wind carries me in a million pieces..

 

m.a.