Reflected Time

We seldom look back in wonder at the origins of our dreams...
and how they reflect the future of our days in passing...

Quiet Repose

I smell of the earth
dreams in decay
nothing moves me
counting away seconds
in quiet repose...

Broken Time

Time is an illusion
we think it's ours
but it belongs to others
who pull our strings
and cut our time short

There was a time

Not so long ago we took it all in stride
nothing was too big to tackle...
it was all just part of a day,
and better times lay ahead...

Empty of Time

Let us not pass this way again

Moving like shadows 

Between the breaths of life

Leaving us empty of time

Bytes of nothing

We broke down our world and hid in what was left behind... Random bytes of nothing

Empty Halls

We roam the empty halls where imagination left us.