Granules from a bittersweet reality sprinkle onto a smile I don't ever want to lose.But,As I sweat,From walking miles on end,I'm always tempted to lick the corner of my lips,While left sour-faced by the taste of each sip,Of my own failures…Still,Sources of water are scarce for a martyr.A loner.A man with no other choice,But,To walk... Continue Reading →