“The train blows through towndelivering reality,slapping my face and screaming,“You are alone”Rose colored memories drown,taking their last breath.”

“The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.”

“I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.”

“How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.”

“You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.”

“Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.”

“...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterday's presence.”