A crack. A crevice. A gaping hole. Broken pieces. Now the pieces want to get back together. They can’t and it…
Hear the silence of the breeze,
hike through the trail of the zephyr,
I hung my smile on yesterday — I tell you, it was beautiful, but the thing about great days is, they just don’t ever last.
It had been three long days now, I was lying alone in bed, sick and down with a fever. I did not even have the strength to get up and…