I read slow, and so should you.
Articulating pain, sadness or lossflows through my fingers to my keys with ease.But the love, the hopes, him,are not as easy…
And just like that she was done.
She is up early again. I hear her meek whine wafting up along two staircases, through two ceilings and two pillows, subtly permeating the…
Occupied spacesentropy of wishes filledto brimming
canned, salted, frozen lastslongest. We are fresh with one anothergrow mold and decay over each other. We can one…
