There wasn’t much leftafter the wind becamea breeze again,and rain turned into vapor. Eclectic sensationssharpened by the yearsof expectationsslowly found their wayinto the light of day. Was it…
We, of today,are not the same.Cuddled, scared, burned,hated, and lovedwe face the worldcreating illusionsto survive. They give usdifferent eyes,the woundswe’re trying to hide.Cotton, wool or silk,long nails and…