Written Out

My Dearest Sandman, the ache and pain in this ink has left the page, reaching deep across the miles to cause aches and pains of my own...to say I understand would be an insult, so I will say I find the bravery and strength here to be admirable and I look forward to seeing many more...love you

Xoxo T

I'll keep scribbling as long as the muse attends me
many many with you directly in mind
and longing for your feedback
from dimensions afar

Sandman

dearest Sandman I ache for your deep pain and sorrow
that I could feel the emptiness within you I would
but sigh I too have empty spots inside..

painfully artistic truths
that we all feel to some extent in our lives..

stay with us awhile
it's just getting good I believe..

love Crim

I'll be around a while longer
taking steps to fix my mess
and I write through pain
until the day comes
I am uninspired

Sandman

I understand deep soul
I do the same write through it
and god help me I become inspired
may it never be with either of us..

love Crim

The selfishness is my heart screams out NO in response to this poem, Sandman. I feel the pain and the longing for peace throughout every line in this poem, it saturates them. But I speak with the full depth of certainty when I say you would be missed greatly. There is so much love in my heart for you and that space would ache endlessly without you filling it. That being said, it's an incredibly honest and reflective poem. And beautifully written.

...ever your Willow

I'm not finished looking for ways out
of this freezing box - if only the
warmth of others negated but
alone that offered heat just
never reaches the soul.
Numb for too long.
Thank u Willow

Sandman