Paperback Diaries

 Today I find myself missing you.  The bad, the ugly, the scary,  Missing the sound of your tiny not so big heartbeat. Missing your small bo...

 Your light so dim I find myself probing and tugging on the tether our souls. Your heartbeat is slow and labored. Your soul feels faint...fa...

 The moon always so full of himself, but when was that ever a bad thing. Waxing and waning , disappearing for his own selfish reasons, looki...

 working with shadows is messy business it's slippery my hands and clothes always come out damp and sticky. rubber gloves and hazmat sui...

 He loves moonlight and shooting stars and thunderstorms and football games and so many other things that have life, fire, and soul.