I drove down a lane, in our heads and in a rusty car, while we developed love under grey skies. Her eyes sparkled though, delivering a contrasting energy, giving me something endearing to look at. The car
He wore a hood over his head as the rain poured. His jacket was soaking, and he could feel the chill which felt like it was embedding into his skin. He then went back into the warehouse where
Time ground me down. It passed slowly when I was looking for it to go quickly as the day job gutted me. The clock on the wall ticked but didn’t explode like a bomb. I wished it would, leaving
In that room I felt disconnected from the car crashes and the gun fights, and when I opened the can of beer, the smell of hops and barley stunted the anxiety. Finding grace in alcohol always backfired though,