The perfect kind of lie

Picture gotten from- AJGIEL It’s not the same old. It’s not the differences in passing time either. It’s the new ways I’ve learned to listen, hold hands, rejoice and share. I’m a bit swollen from it all. My head yearns for more. The drive pushes me every morning to be productive, to not call it a…

Soul song #15

If you called for a hunter’s bait, I’ll ask for your sane again Search without a trace, the notes we left on paths I seek to recover, you demise hatefully cheerful yet what a wonder indeed, with words that pierce your touch The preacher’s scripts are alive worn out in weeds of mighty silence Blown from side…