Writing

No one tells me to clean up my room No one cares that I own a broken broom No one notices when I leave the lights on No one waits for ..

Another story for school.

We are the lonely and together we stand We crowd the streets, we are all around We are the lonely and do not know how To talk to each other, our mi..

To all the sweet ladies!

Recounting things I've seen and places I've been. Vaguely inspired by the works of Townes Van Zandt.

The city that trees built.

Hard feelings.

Tags lonesome