Writer. Poet. Romantic. I am no Lorax, I only speak for me
Lately I’ve been unable to write anything new, or anything of substance. I’m starving for prose with no…
I fill up my car with gasoline, less and less each time. It still runs, but I can’t walk. It’s so normal to everyone else, just…
Some days I wonderIs love happy or sadDoes it make you feel aliveOr does it drive you mad
Do you know That you’re a roseOf course you don’tAs this tragic story goes