The sadness of life.

A poem.

A poem.

This poem is basically how I am feeling now in my marriage.

An apocoliptic vision.

Stare straight ahead. Lusting stare. Death stare. Stare at his laundry. Stare at his lips.

Since the beginning of time, the union of truth and faith has helped humanity to override the negative aspects of life. Together, they become the guiding light that shines in the darkness of life, showing the way toward solutions that seem remote and keeps us from capitulating to frustration and despair.

A twist on the old phrase and turning it into something literal.

The apartment building that my family & I live in is finally done being foreclosed on.

(A tale of hopelessness)I know I probably shouldn’t be throwing another story in the mix, especially considering that I haven’t updated any of my other one’s in a while, but I felt like this one had to be shared. I felt like it might be my best story yet.