"He slips through the slats of his living room window, and out of his house. He flees his soul high, shedding the scales of darkness, of scathes, and with bruises. But the soul soars..."
Month: June 2021
New Beginnings
"Did the reward feel little? Perhaps, felt like naught? Do not lose heart yet. Does your hope ebb away by the day? Perhaps, drives you to the edge? Do not lose the will..."