A Movement

A Movement   Shadows fleet by on the walls Lit by the street lamps. Voices Protest against the silence of the anchoring Night. Blood is spilled. Opinions hushed. It’s time for thoughtlessness to… Continue reading →

Unspoken

[Log in] [Compose mail] “By the time you read this, I’ll be buried 10 feet in regret. I tried not telling you this for the longest time. In the time I’ve known you,… Continue reading →