Words,crashingto a halt
“If a lion could speak we would not understand him.”-Ludwig…
A shadow moved out the corner of my eye,It wasn’t a mouse, and it wasn’t a fly
The future rises deader, more insensate, alienated, threading syllables into the sky…
The cruel things keep my prefrontal cortexflagging down the next barrier, hoping someoneelse has got a…
I’d lose this painsooner rather than laterI know I am supposed to get upbut the pirate voiceof change scorns…
Anxietyis a bent stemturning the sunto dust.