Friday, September 30, 2011

Maybe I am just a writer after all...

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Lost and dying in this place inside a place.  Where words never penetrate and happiness has no home.  The loneliness is waiting in the shadows to pull you in and devour you.  It will leave nothing but a skeletal soul and and the bits of flesh stuck between its rotting teeth.  The mat at your front door reads:  WELCOME.