Voodoo ebb and flow; Summer setting on the horizon. My fancy white linen crumples to a dirty gray mound. Wicked vibes are rippling. The days are getting shorter; I can […]
Spring rolled through like bruised apples; the house still smells like Winter. Somewhere is a missed opportunity. Summer is turning into hot pumpkin lattes. No one gives a cent because […]
Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.
I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is […]