It's funny.. I seem the journal writing type and for as long as I can remember I've scribbled random thoughts and such into many many black notebooks yet it seems I can never be consistent about it. I have no idea why its so rare that I actually write here, instead I just throw things into random text files on my desktop that I usually just end up throwing out.. ah well..

Here are a few little clumps of words that may one day turn into a poem/lyrics or a few different ones.

please don't reach for me
your hands are ice
and I could not bear to be
close to this ghost of you
a spirit is all I can see

and..

I'll never hear another whisper from your lips
never ache for your skin beneath my fingertips
warm memories of our love will never fade
they just wait now in a colder place

and..

some pain cannot be explained
not to the closet friend in the quietest of whispered words

Feel free to give me your thoughts on any of them...