I want to walk, not around a park, or on, a beach Where would I end up? I do not care, I just need to walk To go and never look back A Cliché, I know Truth sometimes, has no unique identity of its own Funny that I have no money, I will survive on … More Walk


Since birth Arrows were fired, high into a dull pewter sky He spent his whole life, waiting for the one that drops. Piercing his weary flesh Killing him instantly He walked with head down Fearing the worst Shivers skated their way down his stooped spine At times he felt safe and danced his way Big … More Hide