As I look back through
memories of a broken childhood...
The heart of a fighter does not always wear armor...
The essence of being alive and holding the urge to...
I feel the sun on my back, burning a hole into my...
I know it's day...
It's funny how hello always ends with a goodbye,
It's funny how good memories can start to make you...
Sitting alone
staring at the world...
Welcome to the City of Rain
Where everyone used to be humane...
My shadow wears
denims ripped jeans...
We can't circumnavigate the globe
although we'll surely try...
Perhaps the mother
that deals with back...
Through the houses row on row
The peripatetic man doth flow...
Don't believe everything you hear, Don't trust...
Tell me,
please...