In this day of the week, on a week like any other, on a month without much care from my end. My mind began to dwell again. In many ways I've found my footing and even so many more I've reached and clasped hands with balconies of respect to my own new found sides, yes it was good while I could. Yet tonight as many other nights where I relentlessly focused on the hole in my ceiling, I've noticed the... » Continue Reading
There aren't many baubles today as I wish there were, many broken mirrors, truly broken, shrapnel. I don't know what happened there but it wasn't my home. The dreams I d » Continue Reading