Maybe that’s why it hurts so much Almost a shock Before, when you were younger They spoke of His love unconditional Explained he was a comforting omnipresence And you bought it Sold your soul to save it They change their tune so quickly Suddenly He is full of anger Ever-present glaring eyes All because of …
I am not trying to master English. The nuances of passive voice or where those commas actually go. I know that capitols start the sentence and periods cut everything off. Or so they drill into you at school. Don’t make the thought too long and don’t make it too real and don’t make it too …
Going back is hard. It’s its own world, a universe all on its own in a hidden cloud. Brick outsides and weird yellow-white walls that echo with years of cusses, clashes, and tears. Hours of tortured minds and anguished emotions swirl down the single hallway. It’s the metallic clang of slamming sheets of ugly metal …