You run, you run hard
In a stiff road...
It's been ten days since I painted and seven since...
You might be wondering why I'm not listening to...
I feel you, niggling at my conscience. Telling me...
You drove me to the brink of suicide, you...
I heard a myth once,
About a voice that spoke...
Scampering in shambles,
she, a wild dandelion...
She looked young and spirited
as her friends took her picture...
I see you out there
peering in occasionally...
Road to Nowhere
Ice's stronghold on the surface, leaves...
The paper reads
of nothing but...
It's summertime and Saturday's
It's river swims and pick up games...
Its true I cried,
Emotions that I cant subside...
Life can be hard. Life can be horible. It can...