Bones Wiley

The thoughts and feelings of Bones Wiley.

I’m finally feeling settled back in my sweet home of San Francisco;
The people have been good to me, and with my fairy queen so far away from me again, I’ll have time to focus on writing again; sharing more of my art with those who would listen.
To all of you who have listened to me [...]

I’ve been melancholy;
nothing makes sense, everything is pale and dreary.
I wake up every morning to silent waves of painless nothingness, and put me to sleep with torturous shreiks of lonely waiting.
I am empty and hollow.
I want nothing and give nothing.
I don’t care for this world.

Except when timless patience grows
Nothing knows
a pause sliding deeper
the cliffs getting steeper
a drop
with the color of tears