Anxiety beats in my chest like a steel drum, devours my thoughts like a maddened butterfly. . . . roaming the recesses of my mind. My mind, warped, l..
overlooking those gentle ripplesthat divideseparatejoin and integrateblackbirds sit and crowin the branches of nearby treesin the grass of fallen leav..
There stands at the shore,one who stares,out over the water'sthat lureinto their icy depths,he who dares.Gazing in awe,with naive admirationthe waterl..