We are the abandoned ones The folks that time will forget Ice in our veins, flies in the honey She ponders the day she’ll find her voice Being forgotten, it may be never The presidential silence of words unsaid The prick waterfalls a cursed red We are the abandoned ones
The distance between us Has flourished since Creation Sparkle in the eye but nothing more Secondhand memories of moments never felt Fascinated by flashes that never happened Jumbled thoughts in the land of the lost Of a life underlined Depression crippled a childhood silenced Loneliness enforced with the timbre of
This is a look back at some of my favorite photos that I took in 2012.
2012 was a very strange year for me. I had high hopes, but there were several events that made it a very trying year for me. As part of my annual end of the year wrap up, these are the top ten track of 2012 for me. I think the