It's a knife that will not quit,
As the blood splats onto the marble flooring...
There once was a place said to contain life...
Now a desolate wasteland, fruitless, and...
the weather feels,
moody...
Collect
every civil lesson we've been taught...
The Orchestra
The many instruments, each one playing their own...
In your heart-I am there....
flawed and fair...
He flies
his tattered kite...
The best liars are those who conceal lies beneath...
and truth beneath lies...
Because , I was poor
I starved and struggled...
Attached to weights of diverse measures,
Clinging to life's enchanting pleasures...
yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...
All we do is sit in silence
Hoping...Waiting….Wishing we’d find some type...