Some wounds run too deep. The sounds of cracking bones or the words of petty fools. I cannot see the scars. Time has washed them clear. I cannot feel the shot. The bullets have long since been removed. When all I ever wanted was to run away. I ran. Far away. Deep in the forests […]
The heart doth surely bleed and the soul shall weep it’s lonely death. Life is a tear in the eyes of the universe. If only one could see. Let open your mind. Your heart shall never die.