Zachary’s tie choked him as he leaned back in his uncomfortable suit. His eyes…
Broken souls walking in smiling faces,we see them everydayexcept we fail to see them.
it is a slow beginning
bow meets stringsflexible under fingertipsseasoned with rosinto temper the friction
Teenie tiny LEDs,Twinkling bug butts on a chemical high.
Watching expansive pale blue skyReaching towards unknown placesMany mysteries out beyond its reach,Populations with varieties of people…