1 A.M.   There was light. Such gorgeous, brilliant light. Then hunger. I was dying. I needed something. Anything.  Lurching forward, I stung my hand on the nightstand and clasped something...

Before 11 pm   It was a dangerous thing to imagine. To think. To breathe.  Even more so, the dangers surrounding little clouds. They tend to be smaller, bitter like a lemon and make you...

After  4 a.m.   The blood-soaked man stumbled out of the house, dazed. Police officers rushed him, yelling and knocking him onto his stomach.  His entire world dissolved into bubbles....

A crisp wind ruffles my hair,  Strips me of color, leaving me bare.   Oh how the times twist and turn, Bringing me down, making me burn.   Reds, yellows, and oranges sing, Though...