In fields of daisies and daffodils, we are nothing more than weeds. In summer’s grace, we are the rainy days. Our very existence is against the grain. We ponder at the skies, wondering what they have destined for us, praying it’s something greater, a meaning that transcends our pain. We sit by ourselves, isolated, watchingContinue reading “Untitled Poetry”
Frozen stiff with boredom, Stephanie discovers something peculiar about the man she’s serving. He’s talking to a box.
Take a deep breath. Don’t panic. Everything will be fine. These are the thoughts running through my head as I write this, and as simple as they seem, they are not.