Many hurt but they keep
moving. They keep going.
pain
Hello! I know it has been about 5ish months since my last poetry book release. I have been writing still, but with school starting back up, I had to put on my teaching pants.
I own nothing. I just borrow letters and words that were said, used, or abused in old worlds.
All work and no play makes Jack
a dough boy, but a dull one at that.
I think he caught his second wind.
