A corked bottle of self-loathing, floating in a sea of desperation.
Once a tiny little star, floating down the windy sky lanes, was blown a little too harshly by a storm.
Submitted on 15 Apr, 2019 at 08:36 AM
And on some days, he is the voice of a silence that beats meaning...
Submitted on 31 Mar, 2019 at 16:31 PM