I'm what you would call 'troubled'. A morose past, demons of my own making Following me wherever I go. I have made choices; Some bad,...

There's a lone house Hidden away on a hill Almost invisible behind an awning of trees. To affirm it's existence There is nothing but a...

tossing and turning, now part of the routine the happenings of daytime, memories i should have amassed are unknowingly consigned to...