knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.
if i were to start writing about my lifemy pages would stay blankwith unfilled lines, maybe the occasional scribble,the doodles that bleed through pagesinto the wooden desk underneathand my finger – a drop of blood crowning the tip – will shake till a masterpiece of blood and tearsadorned the page – these rambles trip andContinue reading “rambles of the lost”
clocks ticking: bye-bye – hurry up, birds chirp, dogs bark – cars whoosh by, clocks tick
the heavens weep for all of those it has lost to the merciless winter sweeping across desert lands with a heavy hand, sparking no glance to the gray huddled masses crowded around a single burning fire. but hope can only burn for so long, and it sputters out as the heavens weep along with theContinue reading “rainy thoughts”
everyday,the musical bird sings,while the squirrel scampers,and the humans go about their day,oblivious.