The devaluation of our country and its founding principles.

A little light write.

My heart on paper.

About sorrowful heartache.

Symbolically comparing pen and parchment to a person’s course in life, as it cannot be erased.

As I was waiting for my friend to show me around, I stumbled to a trap door. It intrigued me to pull the latch and climb down. Like a fool, I did, and saw a door with bright lights coming out of it from the cracks…