write about something positive just this once. what if my head is a dystopic painting of the usual blacks and grays i try to pick up the...

if i could record all the thoughts that play through my head, the way my eyes scan the horde of people around, the myriad strings of my...

Reckless, restless these four walls that have consumed me, throughout the threads of my own chaotic wreckages, i've been bound to my...