The Dance

ok, let me get philosophical on your ass. right. rule number one. you don't chase. it's not a hunt. it's not a war. it's nothing so combative, yeah. it's like a journey. a dance, if you will. we all have a bit of music inside of us, right, and it makes us move in certain…

Witching Hour

In the night's darkest hour, I let myself think of all the obstacles to your existence. My mind gently caresses every bleak, heavy, fearful thought and I mourn. I mourn you. I mourn those who follow. I mourn that part of me that is in you. The part that is passed on from one to…