FallenAngelAraya

It's the definition of insanity... to do the same thing again and again and expect a different outcome. But I've never doubted I'm insane. So I sit here, so early in the morning that the sun is violet on the horizon, I sit here and think of you. I am called back to the places that I know you go... or use to go. I find messages in code that say you're looking for someone, is it me? You speak of cords that bind, cords that through time and distance cease to be broken even if they are as think as a spider's thread. I feel that pull, it's the pull that drags me back to your memory even if I know we did it wrong, were wrong, are wrong for one an

Sometimes I get lost in the in-between hours; between being at work and going home to her... the time spent alone in my car, or in my office... all those silent times. I get lost in the thoughts about the future and the past. I stray away from the difficulties of the present, just for a moment. When I wander I find myself at the same door again and again, the door far from the light, marked with caution tape, and red spray paint, scorched from fire. A door that's locked to me, although I know that there is nowhere to venture beyond. But in the center in brass letters is your name, and each time I trace the script with the same vacancy. I pret

Ever feel like you never get any time to yourself? Well Recently that's the way it's been. Work has been a killer, I'm trying to get my taxes done, the wife is going stir crazy locked in by all the snow and I just can't seem to get away to do any of the Art I actually want to do. Oh well keep trucking!