The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

Wednesday evening presents itself without ceremony, bleak and forbidding…


Funny how the heart can be deceiving
More than just a couple times
Why do we fall in love so easy
Even when it’s not right
“Try”, Pink

It was dead quiet in the shipyard…


Was it something that somebody said?
Mama, I know we broke the rules…
Ashes of laughter
The ghost is clear
Why do the best things always disappear
Like Ophelia
-The Band, Ophelia

A friend of mine was telling a ghost story the other day…


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
-WB Yeats

She’d been crying, but I didn’t know…