Runaway
It has been a year since the events that led to my demise. The logical decisions resulting in emotional decay. Starting over to find a solution. An education of sorts. […]
Outside
Dreamt of scene; Panic within a familiar place. All of the exits locked. Trust in the unfamiliar; A different path of escape.
Tuesday
An absent horizon. Scent of trouble. It’s raining, again.
Tardy
Absence of her joyful countenance. Her presence replaced with the pouring rain.
