Secrets twirling in black forests.Locked doors with keyholes that play peek-a-boo.Shut when you do and ajar when you don't.Only the almighty has the p..
They see me through bloodshot eyes.They smell me with burned-out nostrils.They hear me through beeswax ears.They touch me with plastic fingers.They di..
They sleep in parks and doorways.Eat from trash cans.Converse with squirrels.Sip soup in his kitchen.Bathe in the rain of redemption.They convene in h..
There's a place where no one knows you but everything cares.The brokenhearted are regulars there.Something about it always draws them.Like moths to a ..
I walk the crooked, soiled streets of the city.On my way to convene with the maker.Longing for answers.I cannot help feeling alone despite being surro..
Day yields to night.Night surrenders to day.Darkness dares light.We long to find our way.Trees bend to beckoning breezes.The tide washes only where it..