Call me an idealist, I don’t mind. Bullets and bombs will never be the answer to addressing our differences.
thoughts
Encased in Amber
encased in amber freely
float shards of damaged hearts and shattered dreams
future scientists will never comprehend how we were capable of
such inhumanity
Discarded Post-It Notes
1/12/16
Sometimes it’s all I can do to string two coherent sentences together…
Out Where the Buses Don't Run 