disasters on paper

Nobody said anything

You cannot help what you do

How quickly they were gone

It isn't what we'd imagined

I don't know more now than you did then

If we met would you know me

Places to look for your mind

We fall asleep with one hand under our head

Coulda woulda shoulda

Not an uncommon notion

There is no limit to nothingness and dust

After you left I did just that

Little by little and then not even that

More than near to know where here was