The boy sat on the floor, a cloud of smoke surrounding him emotionally and physically, his dreams flowed out of
I guess the main thing that bothers me is the memories that we didn’t get to make, that we will
Golden light streamed in through the window, the twang of a guitar. He sat with the instrument on his lap,
She painted her face with make up, putting on the mask that she had become used to wearing through years
He was tethered, or at least he believed himself to be. She wasn’t free either. Parts of them stuck to