Nostalgia can be such a beautiful waste of time when you think back on the small, unimportant things Past glories fade into nothingness Past defeats still sting though perhaps not as much The ritual of buying a can of coffee from the vending machine on…

In soft moonlight On a clear Calm night The trees Silhouetted by the stars, I met the devil A handsome fellow He was quite charming A trifle alarming He greeted Good Morning I should have taken, Mothers warning To never trust A man past midnight…