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 Read more…
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.