She absently plays with the stitches across her lips. Her eyes have more sky than sky. Laughter like wind chimes she holds out her hands to collect the rain hides all her light where nobody is allowed and I’ve walked past her a million times a million times.
It’s hard to see the stars from the gallows or a smile through tears. It’s hard to see rot beneath beauty hope beneath shame love beneath all that hate. It’s hard to see change at the end of a gun peace through the flames or God through all that pain. It’s hard not to bury […]
I saw a little white fluffy cloud solely drifting across the vast blue dome of an otherwise perfectly clear day. With the way that things have been going lately I hoped that it would get to where it was heading without getting bombed all to shit out of the sky.