lleone : Writing

Depression

Depression

A Poem by lleone


I ask questions only because that's all I have. I don't want the answers.
Chicago before sunrise

Chicago before sunrise

A Story by lleone


if i remember correctly, you can only see half of downtown at six in the morning. the dense fog breathes across the lake and hovers near the fifty-f..
Rooftop

Rooftop

A Poem by lleone


You spend your whole life trying to fall in love with someone until the minute you realize they make you unhappy.
Hands

Hands

A Poem by lleone


One day, the sense of touch will not matter, I fear.
How headlines are created

How headlines are created

A Poem by lleone


Death is a complex subject, one a journalist must choose not to understand.