Exit Signs in Virtual Reality
Angels are always unsuspected like Indian Summers,
you know who they are, when the mirage disappears during the thunder.
Don’t cling to the famous folks in history, 199 more words
1 week, 4 days
Capture my attention. Draw me hither to you. Your words can reel me into your presence. Go on. Try. And do not stop until my feet are no farther than three inches away from thee. 350 more words
2 weeks, 1 day
I’m listening, to the sounds of your symphonies,
high of the alcohol.
Lost in the melody,
I attempt, to reach out, in habitual desperation, 107 more words