Wind Tunnels

A troubled mind travels through wind tunnels of angst and despair,Colder than a night below 30° without a blanket in sight.Forever cursed by idle hands refusing to write their own life story… Yet,On a search it goes!A search that won't conclude unless you face yourself along every waning goal,It promised it'd never let go of…... Continue Reading →

Jane Isn’t So Special After All

Jane often disappears after our brief interactions.And,Anytime we do,It always hits the fan while,Blowing up in smoke… What seems like a break from absorbing her hits,Is more like an instance of burning a bridge.The more that I’m given what numbs my soul,The more I’m distant from flames that wither when you,Let go… I see poison... Continue Reading →

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