I watch the rain pelt the other side of the window and I think of dead spirits in new engines of men that are not men anymore of fake plastic glitter neon entrances to pain. I think of dolls filled with snakes and smiles that lure you into bottomless pits. I think of how money […]
Sometimes the best feeling in the world is being able to turn somebody around by placing a hand on their shoulder looking them in the eye and telling them that you believed in them. Because I do… I believe in you.