For hope is, even when it's not
Trinkets twinkle from afar, Jesus Christ super star, up above the world on high, like a carrot in my eye. Now I've searched near and far, how I fear hope's all we are.
Time machine
Time takes all things but there will always be this pocket of time we shared: a moment that lives on in memory as our time machine. I close my eyes and see the trees we planted dancing in the breeze. When your time ends, I hope you'll join me there, for that is where I'll be waiting.
About Judas1
Pictures, poetry and prose
This website is a collection of thoughts I find therapeutic to play with. Judas1 is a pseudonym used for anonymity, I chose this due to an interest in Judas Iscariot. You can view all posts via the navigation tags, bottom of page.