So it seems I’ve not written in quite a long time, but they’re all still inside me, the words and the rhyme…

Sometimes to throw something SMASH! to a wall, it has to be glass, though, or no fun at all–

What is it that gets you?…my fish I found dead,

the grief that I felt me made no sense in my head….

What about lies? Do we hate who first tells it, or does evil reside deeper still in who sells it?

What say you to sunsets, not a cloud in the sky: moonlight’s debut, or sunlight’s shut-eye?