Untethered Hands

Maybe known is such, that I yearn so much for a sustaining crutch. A sentimental touch. I confess I was scared from not being prepared, nor being quite aware, that you sit right there. Reading a scattered mind, searching to try and find the larger scope of design from what I’ve left behind. As I…

An Ode To Doug: A Rogue Hornet Who Left Me No Choice

It was a day like any other when first I encountered him. While sitting in my chair I sipped coffee whilst basking in the warm sun, taking slow drags off my cigarette. My head was looking down at my phone in my lap when I guess this little dude had decided to fly my way…