Life, it plays away from me, in a crowded bar across the street, with a piano playing softly.
I hear muffled whispers of a lover lost to their past; stifled conversations as scores of enemies stumble pass.
In the dawning morn I can hear them shuffle outside; they echo routine as they stop and start at each crack and loosened stone without ever looking down from the sky.
They never loose themselves in the winding streets, but they never find...

The moon has known me my whole life.
Seen me weep and howl.
It has kept my secrets when I whisper kindly to it.
It has silently taken all the anger I scream at it.
And I have written stories about its splendour, praised it for its serenity.
But I can honestly say, I know nothing of its life.
I know nothing of how its craters where formed.
Whether they were carved by God, or hit with rock.
Why it...

The memories were still as fresh as morning dew, but by the time the sun is high above me, I know they will melt away.  

The memories were still as fresh as morning dew, but by the time the sun is high above me, I know you will melt away.  

The moon has known me my whole life.
Seen me weep and howl.
It has kept my secrets when I whisper kindly to it.
It has silently taken all the anger I scream at it.
And I have written stories about it’s splendour, praised it for it’s serenity.
But I can honestly say, I know nothing of it’s life.
I know nothing of how it’s craters where formed.
Why it shies away during each cycle.
I do not know how...