Autumnal // Entry #1

Autumnal // Entry #1

[PROLOGUE.] Something creeps behind the stir of Autumn’s leaves. Solar positioning leaves trees without much nourishment and the children that rely on that sol source of life begin to weaken; spirits waning as the hours of radiation exposure diminish. Is there no truer God? A figure meanders between the frail trees and anorexic plant life. […]

The Fret, The Hurry, The Stir | Poem

The Fret, The Hurry, The Stir | Poem

What it means to become a someone In a place where there sits nothing I may never know What it means to be called somethingIn a world where names mean nothingI may never holdThat answer, no Like the endings of a barren pageSitting worn as if they’ve been read a thousand timesI start to fade They’re flowing out […]