“𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊.” 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜 – 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 27, 2019.
The seasonal passenger on the train on life, She entered, like a summer breeze, Laughed like sunshine, Loved like thunder, … More
Strumming my fingertips on top of the steering wheel I drive, Winding conscientiously past the Old Markham pubs. A drunken … More
Master crafted, Painted to perfection, The artist’s pride, the craftman’s delight Petite porcelain dolls With hearts of glass and all … More
You’re only half here, yet you expect me to be whole. Relieve me of my mind. Let me play a … More
The walls start caving in and there’s no way out, My world is too crowded, too small for us all … More
These are the results of what you left behind The days are long gone, and that me is hard to … More