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I search the eyes in the old mirror hoping for a glimpse of who I was need hangs over me like worry the image looking back at me is of a ghost ..

I wish to write no more about longing, sadness death or crushing grief I pen words on bits of paper sending tearful shivering ..

Today I awoke to the sound of rain much to wet to work in the garden Carried out simple tasks like making coffee Ambled into the studio it f..

I have decided to get out and take a class Figure drawing fit into my busy schedule first class this past week Twelve students mixed gend..

Into the unknown in hushed voices it’s whispered it’s the cowards way out and selfish they should have stayed work..

Why not just accept why say things you have no way of knowing How can one really know what’s in another’s mind Our friend g..

I wished to press the button again and again sending the morphine flowing through his blood dosing him numbing his pain dropping him in..

What if the dead could be probated could we void death could the dead be willed back to now everything else is so final

Late night mind filled with good and bad thoughts Night turns into day sleep not to be found Through lace curtains sun and moon share the..

Restlessly vexed preoccupied with how long Living if called that mostly standing still Curious of the view of a life on hold wishing ho..