The beauty of your soulonly viewable through your eyesSmiling WeepingLaughingRagingthrough them.A small patch of clothkeeping us…
Ahead of me, there lay — Shroud of white, in tepid wait.My feet scream to stop.Yet, suspense hangs in its breath.
One step,two, three, four,another step…
I had always been in a bad place. This wasn’t an excuse; it was however a great pickup line. And mostly it got me laid. Outside of bars in sweaty…