Thoughts Unsaid
Sometimes it isn’t the words spoken, but the thoughts left unsaid. The silence in between the noise, that resonates in my head. The quiet beside...
Fragile Pieces
Fragile pieces, time drifts, piecemeal randomness. Holding tightly, thoughts abound. Organized chaos in a thimble of hope. Babbling unconscious words, wanting to let go. If...
A Lease
When I was younger, I always thought this body, was bought and paid for. Paid in full with all its bells and whistles, unique features...
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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