Craving escaping from moments of waiting! Waiting and wondering and pondering still. The waiting remains in silence and hating, A waiting against my will.
Near and Alone
Waiting
Craving escaping from moments of waiting! Waiting and wondering and pondering still. The waiting remains in silence and hating, A waiting against my will.
Underneath The Waves: Chapter 1
Naked branches twisted and clawed at the faded weather worn window. Violent winds pushed against the old house, filling every crack and every imperceptible opening. The voice of autumn whispered through the walls. Small stones, shattered leaves and dust lifted from the earth and pelted the house like a dry hale storm.
The Vile Mint 