...the game

Clearly.
It is time for someone to call game over.
Nostalgia aside.
Let's stop pretending it matters.

on sounding like facebook ..

Hayley .. is happy.

If I am dreaming, please don't wake me up.

I could write a million words about it all, but none would sufficiently describe it and attempts would diminish it's specialness.

So I will simply repeat ..

Hayley .. is happy.

but why?

When you ask why
The silence will scream
An explanation beyond words

on being okay..

Somewhere between reality
And imagination
It occurred to me
It would be impossible

And I'm okay with that.

It...

It has only been a few short weeks.
Since that night.
Though it could have been years.
I am so much further from understanding it.
Than even at the start.
I have come to accept it.
The peaks are no longer as high.
The valleys not nearly as low.
I have given up attempting to define it.
It exists in some time.
Some space.
Some dimension.
Beyond my comprehension.

It simply is.

if it's possible ..

I am going home.

In the dark ..

It was there
In the shadowy corner
Of the back room
Hidden deep
In the recesses
Of her mind
Barely perceptible
Quietly beckoning
Waiting
For her
To acknowledge
Its existence

Please leave the
Lights off

Ignorance is bliss