Not having picked up again, or
having picked up with a no,
this stranger, this
strange
her
sounded off on
my smile and "sorry"
while her graceful glance and nothingmore
translated to a sweet salvation in isolation.
Here I am
- Some kinda four 'o' clock tragedy
- New York, NY, United States
- I am a writer. I believe all engaging writing is a precious balance between aural and visual aesthetic, emotional and intellectual depth. I am an "intense" young man, and I've yet to find someone willing to contest that claim. I am not rated G, nor is my writing. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter."