The walls have nothing to hide. They don’t have anything to show either. I can’t see my hands but I know I’m looking at them. It’s warm in here, unlike the coldness they often attribute it to. Sweat wets my clothes and I lay there motionless on the ground. What’s there to look for here? … Continue reading

Writing practice/Morning motivation

Howling, he stood On the boulder The world shook Everytime he cried, harder Thick was his hide And pelage That moved like fire Time has come, Vengeance, his desire Nothing seemed to stop him Not even the world entire Clouds conquered the skies His path, a wild fire Leaving the pack behind, It's death, he … Continue reading Writing practice/Morning motivation