Where did it go? Where did it go?
Author Archives: nails
birds fall from the sky, broken voices call us home, youthful dreams are dashed against the transience of life
Until later- doesn’t always come
filled with ghosts, hopelessness and morbidity
faithful to you … in my fashion
I’ll be home when I’m sleeping
I should have stopped to think – I should have made the time
Whatever I do its never enough
Too many puddles make a lake
Deliberately creating a second front knowing that a “forever war” is the only thing keeping him in power
My life is a hashtag 