The Train of Dreams
As the old steam engine locomotive locked it’s...
In the winter of the
frozen prayers...
Give me the blue of speed
as I race across the fields...
When the leaves change
And the air grows cold...
When I foresee the doom pollution brings:
I rush to fresher air, but sighing more...
10/13/19 at 4:45 AM
Once darkness...
words of wisdom, words of hope
a worthy write indeed...
All those summers,
when innocence...
Goodbye
Meth,the words I'm writing here in this letter I...
An involuntary enter
an involuntary exit...
My mirror don't lie
it shows me my deepskin scars...
The world is spinning out of control.
What is truth? Nobody knows...