Please

As he sat there, laconic, the raspy wind a juxtaposition of the affairs of his heart; he felt for a moment, dead to the world.

To Live To See Tomorrow

The flower stood desecrated, bewilderment settling in as it is almost too genteel to resist the end of the halcyon times of peace. What used to be the tranquil consonance of nature has been uprooted by a gusty, restless abomination. Yet, survive still, it did.

Hello, Harken Here

He was a charlatan, whose hubris was a constant albatross, yet who could actually discern?

He was a wanderlust, whose worldly ways were craved by others, yet who could bear to see what he saw?

He was...