This darkness
Plummeting down this darkness, once again, yet once again, and as I fall my memory is assaulted again, again and again with the question why did you not do anything, was I not important enough for you to do anything, something.
The imposter revisited
Holding my breath in case someone spots that...
September 22
At the end of a long hot summer, school and...
Your words or mine
A thought at the end of the day, sometimes a...
CURRENT ART by jules
