Flashbacks

Every time I breathe,

Or look at my reflection,

I miss you too.

North star

I’ve walked for miles on a journey too long..

Searching for an oasis, through every right and wrong..

The skies cried a flood when I finally took a nap..

Now all I’m left with is a broken compass, a torn map..

Whichever road I take, it gets closer but I remain far..

I’m a lost traveller and she’s the North Star!

Double Dave

Time,

The healer..

Time,

The plague..

Image: The persistence of memory, -Salvador Dali