The falling satellite. Finding the skin is a cause for alarm. Negan picking tomatoes, giving Lydia advice. Saadiq was experiencing
A sunrise in silence. There are times when the moments are meaningful and meaningless. We don’t always know the difference.
Leaves are falling, again. Chaos has broken my mind; the logic is dissipating from my precious reserves. There are no
Defining moments scratched along the surface of unblemished tissue. Each pockmark flowed like printed stories etched since the beginning of time