Breathing the air that began as nothing. Beyond my dreams I can still the sound of the skies falling. The shots to my failure and the failure to my shots, you were always there. And the crow sings to me every night as I lay here wondering where time goes when it’s not with us.… Continue reading Vocation
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…final…
Should I end it now? End this pain. Should I stand in front of a train? Or does a gun sound better. You decide as I begin to shutter.