She sits, She perches, hushed on a willow, Humming silence to ponder, the cadged bird’s thoughts,

I find your only barrier against your wildest dreams is the way you think

Dear year,

Sweat built up on her palm as she dragged the body out of the water tank with John. His face was completely covered by confused stitches wound up in thoughts gripped by the absence of life. The orangey glow of the fire moaned and cried tears of smoke...