everything is so steeped in memory, and forgetting is so long.


-dream-i look for you in the vastness of the dreaming.-dream-
through cotton-candy clouds and cobwebby nightmares;
past faces i know and other specters of memory.
maybe i'll find you tonight and know warmth as i sleep,
sheltered in the sandman's jungles, our heartbeats a steady rhythm.
but we part with the sunrise. and i am left with nothing
but the dream that is you.


-sad day at the beach-to despair is like struggling to stay afloat-sad day at the beach-
in an empty sea.
where sadness washes over you
like a white-foam wave and the salt of tears chokes your throat, while loneliness' embrace is grey-green cold.
yet as you sink, nothing drowns out the sting of memory.


-flight-if loving is like flying a kite then i commit you to the clouds and winds and lightning of the skies.-flight-
you find sanctuary in their wildness and were never meant to be grounded so.
i watch you soar, unchecked, to great heights where i may not go.
tomorrow you will forget me as you lose sight of the ground and struggle against the storms. and i must soon leave this hill with its footfalls of longing.
but often will i look to the skies for you. and grope for the memory
of flight on one golden afternoon.


withdrawalyou've left me again. and the void that is my heart echoes of silence.withdrawal
the city seems so big, and its random corners steeped in memory swallow me whole.
you'd think i'd have gotten used to this by now- to this emptiness that tempers a bittersweet longing.
this fate
of those who love and are left behind.
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~ Hiram Hibbard ~
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Never say never.
I love your work. You got it.
Thank you Wayne,
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Olive Juice...
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too close for missiles, i'm switching to guns.
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