The mist thatcovers my heartis thicknumbing morningsand eveningswith the sagacityof a cubist artifact.
“ages and ages hence . . .” (~ Robert Frost)
the clouds haven’t liftedthe rain hasn’t stoppedit’s still slippery as hell, and i…
note to self
itʻs time.cut the losses.after all the shattered hopes.after all the broken dreams.after all that you were,all that you are,all that you…