I have been many things. I have been and done things I choose to forget. I now choose to write. Read me. Let me know what you think. www.rickyakay.com
In an obscured room, trying and failing
When we say we love,
This is what we really mean:
Don’t leave me alone.
It was the end of August, and summer was dying.
Oh, god I love a good great stormy sky.