the august004Everyone’s got an angle. They’re selling or buying, taking or leaving. They’re moving and shaking, so quick it makes me sick. Nothing makes…Feb 17, 2017Feb 17, 2017
the august003Fitting in never made sense. Neither did pretending to be someone I am not. But still I did it, still I tried. I wanted to make you proud…Feb 16, 2017Feb 16, 2017
the august002Don’t trust a feeling. It fades; it flickers. From moment to moment, from dream to dream, it waxes and wanes. If you follow it, you are…Jan 7, 2017Jan 7, 2017
the august001He doesn’t belong here. It’s scratched in his joints, and they creak whenever he moves. The constant remainder keeps him tense, shoulders…Dec 18, 2016Dec 18, 2016