Sometimes all the lights go out or make us to believe that they were never really there. You stumble into every wall and trip and fall again. You hear the snickers all around the sounds but not the sights of everybody watching you. – Sometimes every song goes out an arrow in the air that […]Read more "Sometimes…"
I feel it coming in the wind— the blackness heavy as a thousand stones. It smothers me like death again, the darkness seeping down beneath my skin and weighing down on all my bones to take me out as if it were the end. How do I walk when I am blind? It hurts to […]Read more "Light of the World"