Keeping Steady
I am consistent.
I hope.
I try.
I fear.
I cry.
I flee.
I am consistent.
YOU ARE READING
Storm Prophecies
PuisiRain falls in crosshatch across the lamp lit sky, splattering the asphalt ground with splashes of reflected light. I look at the sketchbook in my hand and trace the penciled rain and smudged glow. It was shit. I let to book fly onto the muddy grass...
