Past Time

We're too old to put cookies out for Santa anymore.

Sorry if I'm not excited coming down those stairs in the morning.

Roll and Coast

It snowed in Charlottesville today. It looked nice, and that was enough for today. Only for today.

Merry Time

Panic and chaos were absent as the ship sank into the infinite blue sea. The life boats were just out of reach as time expired and we all went under. Our last breaths were calm, our faces complacent. We didn't fight. We were too tired of fighting.

The captain hung his head in shame denying the consolation of others that there was "nothing more he could have done." The last thing his overexposed eyes saw was the sun peeking over the horizon in the distance. His last thought was that the sun was greeting him with hopeful optimism when it should have been waving goodbye. He didn't want a wave anyway. He needed a hug and kiss and someone to hold his hand as he sunk into nothing. Unfortunately, he made his final voyage alone and he regretted his passions, which only led him astray.

The crew was content. The men, women, and children smiled and wondered what they would find at the floor of the ocean.

"I'm missing you; I'm missing you. I don't want to, but I will."

Connected Dots

I'm walking down roads as slowly as I can, but their ends approach far too rapidly. The limitations of imitation kept me going straight, and now I don't know whether or not to believe in fate.

Dismal and dark and desolate. And we're cold, hungry, and desperate.

Where will we go when we find the dead end we're looking for?