Beware Time

Beware Time. Beware Its empty promises that every moment contains a memory and that you can choose to make more of your time. Time is a liar, a thief, a dream, and an escape. Much of what you have is nothing – the nothingness of sleep, work, crying, and walking back and forth forgetting what…

Music

It wasn’t his fault that he heard a hard bass and a fast tempo and that he wanted to pound his fist against hard tables. He was born with the sort of anger that imprisoned him and drove him to success. But she heard violins and falling leaves and the shhh of water down a…