Trigger warning: depression.
I’ve lost too many friends, for me to remain silent about this. I wanted…
They always came in whitesFrom a plume of pale smokea flock of pillowed clouds aroseto engulf you in a speed blurone that made you…
A poem
A poem.
I knew you were gone well before the gun in your hand.I knew that my skills were no match for the disaster in you.I knew my…