Once upon a time I painted pictures every day. This one was about a man who starved himself as spectacle. Don't we all do that in some way?

Even though I am uncertain of whether to miss you or not, I realize you represent a history I didn't know I had.

Oh dirty south, will I ever get you out of my blood?

Oh California, I promise to never break your heart and leave you...

I would be lying if I said I didn't feel haunted by you every day.

Goodbye House

I would smell the moon flowers at night forever and then again some. There are the things that will stay with me always but represent something else the next time...the way the clean sheets feel against my body when I first get in them, the sound of music echoing in the floor under my dirty feet or the crunch of the dead flower carcasses on the patio. I would turn back the clocks to to have all of those things once more, because it's true, I never could have loved them enough when I had them.

Then the possibilities were endless. If I knew then what I know now then I'd have allowed the water to drip through my fingers more. But like so many moments lost I thought I had all the time in the world to notice.

Because sometimes beauty shows itself in everyone we know. Your personality shines brighter to me than the time I've known you and I can see it written all over your face.