Monthly Archives: May 2017
Money is dead
It’s too late the damage is done
This is a low flying panic attack
A world I’ve always wanted- and I’d like very much to fight for it
A future that’s not so lonely
Run. Rabbit run. Dig that hole forget the sun
Make amends with those you’ve unfairly wronged
If I do close my eyes, what is it I picture years from now?
Was it something I said?
My life is a hashtag 