You’re afraid of being murdered in your house at night, but it’s all that I dream of. When money becomes a means only to survive and not live with. Waiting for a friendly face that never came to rescue what I had. And the racing thoughts hit harder when the weather turns bad. The brain… Continue reading The Brain Rains
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Four Verses About Summer
Four verses about summer, written in a time of reflection. I just want to belong somewhere Because all this talk is deeply impersonal The human touch isn’t enough if not much And this life is just one long rehearsal For the time well wasted in the passing days Stuck stood in a place that I… Continue reading Four Verses About Summer
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