Empty Words Almost Echo Within Themselves

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.

Yesterday Was A Closed Book, Tomorrow, However, Was Another Story.

That's What Life Is About: People Come And Go.

Two Lost Things That Had Survived The Seas And Arrived On A Coastline. What Did They Do? They Implanted Themselves In The Sand And Grew Into Trees And Lined The Beaches. Sometimes A Lot Can Come Of Being All Washed Up. You Can Really Grow.

Decide Where And When You Want To Write. I Like Space, And Silence Is An Inspiration To Me.