Trains overhead, steam coming from sidewalk grates Finger numbness is second to the frost on my lips, once again I have to try to get
I always joke and say, you can’t lose what you never had, so what if I needed cash, and sold my mind in a want-ad?
The sound of neon lights The smell of cheap whiskey The cloud of cigarette smoke The uneven floors so sticky. This reflection of my life That
Knock, knock! Well hello there, it’s just me again, thought I’d stop by to see how you have been. You didn’t think that I’d be
I scratched and I clawed my way, several feet up intuitive, survival instincts had quickly kicked in, I punched my way through the tamped surface
You cannot just hurl your problems down river, not like someone else will take claim to them. You cannot just lock the vexation away in