Time. A poem.
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that. Continue reading Time. A poem.
Everything fades, in time. Especially memories. It’s funny how one person’s recollection, no matter how flawed, can become the new version of the truth…This poem is all about that. Continue reading Time. A poem.
Yep. Like I said, last poem. Depression is a pain in the… Continue reading Frail. A poem.