At least it was strawberry Trauma traded for a sweetened treat Grape would have been unfortunate
Shifting back and forth in the carlistening to the dogs' cry apart from the rhythm of the radioplaying low while you snake the lines alone.Judging needles by strength and smellbetting high on hope for the holiday,our saving graceto a crazy year.i can't breatheor breathing in smoke... Continue Reading →
I pull a warm amber beer,though dark for the occasion.Sip between virtual cheers,expecting a better year.
What if all we ever do is revert back to the way things used to be done?
Why do we treat paranoia as such a negative trait?What's their agenda, really?
I wander the room a stranger, to that new candle, those new frameswith new faces - that are strangers to me.All but one, unfamiliar. All but one, a family. I walk down the steps I remember.