See how it all returns. Circling vultures.Grief like a dull blade hacking.Rend ourselves apart. Dingy heartbreaks.Delicate…
If this story could have been written just right then it would have started n the summer. With the girl who gave me an…
Slow down, it’s Sunday in New York (and everywhere else)!Take a nap or take a stroll,sip some coffee and ease your soul…
“A man who is anxious about the future is miserable” Seneca
