I built my house under the Sorrow Moon In the season of shadows and ash Where the dell Veiled in waning willow Cloaks the cold gray earth There is no croak nor cry No bleat nor bark Where the sun has left its track And daylight idles beyond the twilight And the brooks have...
Read more →I try to make sense of it, as the days come and go, why some things spin off like they do. There probably is no making sense of it really. Why some people we want to love us want nothing to do with us. Why some people we struggle to like want to be...
Read more →It was a little after one, after our daily stair climb at work, when Nathan sent the note. At first I thought it was peculiar because he and I are friends but we don’t really chat (I’m not a big chatter”), so I just thought may be he was writing to ask a question....
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