I’m finding a lot of things just chilling as drafts that I had forgotten about. Why not post them, eh?

torn in two and left in the sand
paper deteriorating as the waves wash up
unconscious choice, everything changing
manipulating, pulling out symphonic melodies
this is not the end of days
holding closer
loving harder
it could be better, but not any smarter.

(originally drafted March 6, 2010)