My hair is short, stubble. The night is hot and my life is rubble. There are exactly 5 mugs on my desk; my room is a storm of half-scribbled illegible papers and unread books. The lights of a distant road coax me from my window. A field, large and stately - if unruly, separates me… Continue reading Ravings
Today is overcast, threatening to rain. It's that awkward mix of hot-cold weather that makes you question what temperature it really is and you really just end up being angry at the weather. Why can't it make its mind up? A cup of black coffee, an americano, sits in front of me. She sits opposite… Continue reading Black-gold Weather.
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