Of the same four walls. When I wished for it full. I grasp another shooting star. And thrust it into my skull. One, two, three, or more. Knife marks in my heart. I step back to the beginning. Defeated, I go back to the start. Shoes off, so I can feel the sand. With only the sound of breeze. On a beach covered in prints. A sole soul is set at ease.

Capturing Life With The Immortality Of Words. I miss the little things. The nothings and the plenties. I miss your intense gaze. Will it be my hand that you take. And set in your desires. Or maybe it is yours that got me. To win the fight against her heart. Like a reflection in the mirror.