Tom’s journal
Life happens in this moment, now.
Everything else is just your memories or imagination.
– not necessarily finished thoughts
– Still –
One touch and I am lost in space, lost in days,
lost in my feelings, memory in haze.
How does it matter when I am without you, always.
– Goodbye –
I was looking at her one last time
and realized that
“later” never comes around.
– For a moment –
frost paints on your window
sunrise’s reddish and warm hue
brief art, soon to fade
Not necessarily finished thoughts
Our bodies may be light years apart, but
since our realities crossed their timelines, our
souls are tangled forever by a magical string that
is attached to our romantic hearts and
can’t be broken with any spell, nevertheless
is ignored by our realistic minds.




























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































