"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." Edgar Degas

Wednesday, February 21, 2018


I don’t know what clean is anymore
But I know I’m not there
And I don’t know if I’ll ever make it back 

I remember pieces of things that had some kind of
I need help to put those pieces together 
Sometimes at night when I can’t fall asleep
I watch the pieces falling through my life like snow
Even terrible things can be beautiful if you look at them the right way

Sometimes I see the way I used to be
I remember seeing love for me in your eyes
That is still a comfort
Sometimes I feel the furnace of my love for you
Burning stubbornly in my heart
And that is a comfort too