A man is afraid
As he should be
He is afraid of living
Or rather of losing Continue reading “The Words Are Calling.”
Slam me against a wall, I’ll still buy you dinner.
Kick me in the ribs, and I’ll still have a laugh with you.
Twist my arm till it bends, and I’ll be glad were holding hands.
Tell me you love me, and I’ll wonder why.
Sleepless nights, and restless dreams.
A spotlight aimed so precisely it illuminates the deepest reaches of soul.
And cast its light it does. It has but a single goal.
Clarity through disparaging anonymity. Continue reading “Solitude”