Frame

Eyelids start to flutter like a camera made to holdUs in a moment that was warm before the blood was turning coldEnough to stop us in our tracks before the facts were ever toldIn any way that really mattered and they mattered more than gold Hidden neath a summit that we knew we couldn't reachUntil … Continue reading Frame

Symptoms

I'm sitting here with one leg crossed over the other, a steno pad on my lap where a pen is moving in a way that would certainly imply I'm writing something down. Thomas is talking about how he couldn't buy something that was on the counter at a convenience store. See, he didn't know it … Continue reading Symptoms