𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛; 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 … More
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
How shall I define you? You are my reflection and my contradiction. R. A. Douglas November 22, 2015.
The walls start caving in and there’s no way out, My world is too crowded, too small for us all … More
This love is dying, It’s losing its meaning. The feeling is fading, And I all I can think of is … More
These are the results of what you left behind The days are long gone, and that me is hard to … More