Fear stained pants, zippers now stuck. Salt ringed Kaki shirts, heavy sagging pockets. Socks eaten by gritty dirt, toes cracked and black. Fingers clutching this camera bleeding and raw. Covering a war, clicking behind a lens instead of a scope. With all these things they cope, war correspondent, I hope. Since a young age, seeing […]Read more "War correspondent"
Forgetting the words I hum this tune. Sweetly it plays with my heart strings as I walk in the moon. Moments of hope and happiness return as for the songs words I yearn. Pressed between long dormant desires and demands I find them again. Simply played, the chorus levity to me in darkness gave. All […]Read more "Forgotten tune"