Peace At Last

My mind as gone quiet. The parade has packed up their floats and gone home. I sit upon the sill and stare out at the rain. I’m at peace at last. 

A Moment of Peace

The sun sinks behind the trees painting the sky in oranges and reds. A few whisps of cloud sail silently by promising more rain to come. I take anfew deep breaths savoring the smell of forest loam. A siren sounds in the distance breaking this moment of peace allowing reality to set in. The sound of flames and groaning metal finally reach my ears. I look behind me to see my car wrapped in the branches of a tree. Almost as if the tree itself had reached out and grabbed my car. Blood pumps through the fingers in my side reminding me that the car wasn’t the only one damaged in the accident.

Writer In Dreams

Letter to an Ex

I promised to love you until I died. The wish that was written on my heart was your name in bright bold letters. I believed they would never fade. Even after you told me that you would never return my love. I felt that my love was true and would stand the test of time.

You can guess my surprise when I woke up this morning and your name was gone. My heart is now a blank slate waiting for the next name to be written there. This next love may well be reciprocated and his name shall be carved where yours was merely written.

I’m sorry I wasted my time on you. No I can’t truthfully say that. Being with you taught me many things about myself and how I am in a relationship. These things I will share with the next guy while you fade from my memory.

Writer In Dreams