Open marshes are dangerous places, like the minds of young girls. They’ll suck you in with innocent grin, and chase you out with your fear.
Chasing seconds the sun moves across the sky, to my mortality.
Dry skin, cracks on the back of these ageing hands. Time ticks on, eternally. Numbers patiently wait for shadows to fall on their moment.
I wasn’t sure if we were still doing this over the summer, but I decided I might as well share something so you know I
(this wasn’t any thing serious, it was mere procrastination, enjoy. :)) The mice are coming, in the walls, scratching. Coming for me. Coming for you.
Here I was, at the hospital again. There we were, at the hospital. I rushed away from the bus that had delivered me, hoping I
The tall gentleman stands on the street, waiting for the traffic to pass so he can walk on. He coughs, looking to his left and
I can hear my feet scuffing the pavement over Nuovole Blanche and take a mental note to buy noise cancelling headphones. But then I wonder