The birds try, with all their mightto surpass the highway noise
I could be doing ten billion different things in ten billion different places, but here I am, trying to enjoy the most out of what I have up here It’s a hard thing to do
There’s always something blocking ahead. There’s always the wall; thick and made up of stones and concrete. I can kick it. I can try to punch it down with all my passion, but it just won’t collapse. I shiver and pace in this forsaken room. The lights are dim and the cold clouds claim andContinue reading “The wall”
I’ll be long gone. You won’t see my face again my friend, so please, try.