Whatever Little Miss Hobbs may be, whether angel or human (though I have expressed to you that she is, in fact, human) she always desired the finer things in life. Such cliché manners of describing cliché characters, I know, but as I said, this is not of fictitious origin. Last I met her, we were... Continue Reading →
Somewhere between the sunset and the storm, I wait Some say the day is done Some say the night is young Something tells me anticipation won't abate Pretending that I'm basking in the golden rays Prefer to be someone Prepare for a numb tongue Predisposed to silent awe in deluge and flames Now... Continue Reading →
To this day, I can't explain it... It's something intoxicating, almost chemical. The smell and sound of rain through an open window, sipping on a steaming mug of coffee. Other writers can probably attest to this. Some of the best and worst thoughts come as if lead by the rain. I don't want to say any... Continue Reading →
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
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"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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