it was home she couldn’t escape her fate was sealed in a room made of brick and steel the room had a window over a door felt like a tower she was stuck between floors a baby crying all night long daily noises of sirens
bottomless pit a bottomless pit of breath and clarity a bottomless pit of reflections the addictions the contradictions the attractions the abstract the construed less confusing when broken into pieces perplexities sink to the bottom and the elucidations rise
winter’s breath winter’s breath left a taste upon the air clean crisp with wisps of white feely floating a chill not so cold to make one shiver knowing that warmth be fireside a bite not so bruising to make one quiver
your celebration tis the season of festivities all join hands giving thanks to everything we have it doesn’t matter your faith for we are all the human race your hearts all beat in a metered time your arms and legs work
Christmas Countdown 4 weeks to go better pick up the pace last week’s turkey was delicious but now for the rat race did you prepare a list not the one of good boys and bad girls a list the list so, no one is missed left in a
