I’m not sure how I feel about eternity now As an escape, it’s flawed because you can never come back As a feeling, it’s frustrating because sometimes you just want to get on with it And what sort of eternity are we talking about? Is…

At 150,000 miles the sun appeared a reddish dot against an indistinct grey sky its color a clever cover for the furnace within Bleary-eyed and a bit numb I drift through my morning routine thinking of as little as possible because I know what happens…

Smoke fans out from the fire travelling hundreds of miles in search of its own demise But it cannot escape the heat however far it flees from the flames the sun will still have its way Clouds provide no relief it has been 49 days…