It is me it is haunting… Read the story @ The Jackdaw
That shadow you passed As you went on by Had a face and name And a story to ply His choices are few Far less than most He is the product of ours And lives like a ghost He is the price for our comfort The poor for our chance The balance to power The […]
It matters not where you going Or where you have been She treats you like family Intention unseen Whether strolling the city Or on a couch in a burb She shows you the stars While you sit on the curb
The hours spent in front of these screens, staring at these timelines. A time of life.