rambles of the lost

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”

rainy thoughts

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”

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