Sometimes Goodbyes Are InvisibleĀ 

Silently I observe as the contradictions roll off of tongues.  Where once I felt reactionary, I now feel compassion for a soul so wandering; a spirit so unguided, it is robotic, methodical, unfeeling and closed in a coffin.Sometimes goodbyes are opaque.  There is no definition of solid pathing inside the cracks.  Time drifts us on. … Continue reading Sometimes Goodbyes Are InvisibleĀ