Life at Midnight
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice… Read More »Life at Midnight
When the wind is breathless, the raindrops loud, and the trees swing from side to side; midnight The tender whisper of a loved one’s voice… Read More »Life at Midnight
Some days I feel like the child of Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allan Poe, if they had had one together. I think a bit of… Read More »Oh, the Pain