I prefer the dirt and the darkness Hidden under, hunched Buried in freshly fallen leaves By the pit I'm swallowed up Elder things of...

I just listen to the wind These old and tired branches Calling through the trees A whispering in my bones I call that quiet cold my home...

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder. You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older... Down And out, for a count And a...

It can be easy in this modern era of social media and empty interaction to forget that we're all human and for the most part we're all...

The seasons change. It can be hard to tell if we'll ever see the sun. Sometimes it's easy to forget, as we build ourselves up and lie to...