Empty Pack

I can see the pain written in your soul. The constant struggle to contain the shouts. A plea unbeknownst to docile ears. A fear… A fear of tomorrow because today seems too bad. A constant reflection of what was said. I will carry this burden for the last of my days. Walk the Earth covered…

Shooting Star

Sitting in the Presidential, Soaking up sweat in these satin sheets. The smell of honey, Craving sweet nectar. These days seem so blue, Open the window and gaze upon the view. Streets lights, Give me the green light and I’ll go. To a place you’ve never been before, Shopping down rodeo drive. Laughing it up…