your absence wanders the solitude of my room through labyrinths of silence like my heartbeat screaming inside the darkest of catacombs it is a symphony of memories that echo with no finale an unholy apparition haunting without mercy as I lay in a bed of dead roses where the thorns of your absence are forever piercing me
everywhere time inscribes his indelible marks there remains one untainted corner beneath a thousand wounds of boiling sensitivities our hearts are a lab creating poetic alchemy a lonely place where the unloved transform melancholy into poetry
On Thursday, after completing my volunteering gig, I hopped into an Uber to partake in my Thanksgiving meal. There was a small accident. Spent the night in emergency. MRIs and x-rays show no damage. Just very sore.
I will be slow answering comments. And I am trying to catch up on blog reading. Hope all are well.