the red pony

what do you get from a broken window what’s that sound outside the barn when will paranoia kill me what’s that land beyond the farm are those mountains filled with wonder will I find a treasure there must my life begin and end here why’s this burden mine to bear who said I must neverContinue reading “the red pony”

Have A Nice Day

Jack trudged down the sidewalk with no momentum, no inward force compelling him to carry on. To anyone else on the street, he might have appeared commonplace in the city, but inside he was dying. His feet tired more with every step and desperately sought a reason to take another. His fingers wanted desperately toContinue reading “Have A Nice Day”