Posted in Canada, Denmark, Life


Away is not being here anymore.

Away is gone in a sense, but still close by.

Away leaves me a sense of Melancholy, but then

I am away as well,


There are spaces between the synapses,

but not too far in between,

not far enough to lose touch

and not too far to lose control,


I know where I am, but

am having a hard time knowing

where you are now


Away Away

Gone again

Waiting, Waiting

To be again….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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