To Love Again

I’ve been looking at your mind, from the ink you’ve left behind. Say what is there left to decide what it is you did want to find? As far as what my eyes can see, what you try and do is to believe all the ins and outs of your reality. I see that you’re…

As Our Feathers Fall

Feathers fall eloquently better without tumult in the weather. That must be spelled in letters that go specifically together. Anger in us may begin to swell. It’s remedy may be hard to tell. We search for it through hell; to stave it, face it must we do well.