I grasp the walls soaking wet, grip slipping further down and I furiously fight to catch my breath amongst the frantic panic. The hourglass continues to empty quickly, meanwhile, the piling half grows so slowly. Ain’t it funny how that shit like that works? In those moments lost laying upon the bottom, we learn…
Absent in spirit, present in form
I’ve been getting back some of the tracks for the poetry I read and recorded for the audiobook. I have a couple I thought I’d share with you all, see what you thought about them. This one has been posted on social media earlier this week, I think I probably screwed it up when I…
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