footsteps patter on the linoleum, echoes which are quite loathsome to mothers.   the light flickers yellow, a house sculpted by Donatello that lacks the warmth of his work.   chimney...

I feel alone.   Surrounded by friends who love me With a passion that glows As bright as his forest green eyes When his face lights up in laughter.   Yet I can’t help but...

Gone is the breath that once filled my lungs. Gone is the pain that once filled this cavity in my soul   Bright lights filling my mind cease to light the way Fiery blood once...

I had that dream again, where I wake up in the ocean, and the loneliness engulfs me, as I helplessly scream at an empty sky. I woke up in a room, Full of unfamiliar faces, Of people I'm suppose...