It was a dreary morning. The sun was blazing and showing off its heat. She was trying to…
How many languages do I need to speak
I walked familiar potholed streets to the corner store. It’d passed through different owners like dollar…
The devil lies in the detailsin this world that is a stageWe entertain, and celebrate facadesFickle slogans trump substance
I think
I am insane.
Forever repeating one thing