In this great bustling city, there is a haven just South East of the river. A melting pot of culture, of arts, and of enterprise. A place for everyone, young and old. As I sit here by glistening waters, I see many flags, I hear many languages, I smell chow mein and crepes, I feel … Continue reading Greenwich
Tick tock, The moon is out, Time to retreat. Ding dong, it's 9PM, Aunt Sheila's dead. Time to mourn again until morning
Author Note: This will be a chapter by chapter story, and I will upload chapter by chapter, hopefully at least once per month. Prologue Have you ever seen the mysterious shadow creatures that bustle about in the night? You probably have. They only appear when you’re on the verge of slumber, but you’ll often notice … Continue reading The Shadow Creatures in the Night
He is my poet, and I want to be his poetry.
take three deep breaths for every one small step you make in this cluster fuck we call life. everything will be alright.
uneasinesswraps around every musclepulls and squeezes at each tendonembraces each boneand breaks through flesh,too tattered to be porcelain