“Why do red eyes call the shot between acceptance and being left to rot? If my eyes were sapphire blue no one would doubt my
Category: 2005
Shadows in the noontime;daylight in the night.Each are out of lineand neither in the right.The wind is blowing fire,simply breathing death,upon the weakened life.Why is
I don’t like the spotlight much;too much brightness and too hard a touch.Avoiding the punches that come too fast and hardmakes me smart. Not a