Yes your hand is colder than mine and frozen with emotion from other bitter winters, but mines are worn too. Calloused are mines from the harsh summers of violence and similarly to yours, rejection. When together, the world passes us by.As all will say, your skin is lighter than my own. I caress your face and feel the life in it, the things you’ve done carefully etched in the smiling person I...

An endless swarm of contemplation, shrieks of misguided and muddled telepathies circle in what would have to be the worst cacophony to ever strike me. This disharmony can be found in hell yet I find it in the inconvenient place. My head plays host to confusion, a plethora of mixed feelings; truths within lies. What can a man trust if his mind is plagued with paranoia, his eyes seeing no reason yet...