Solitary Faulting Self - by: Rob Paquin

Ne'er to dwell upon the thought of all that once came. Tis but I ; just a mist, in the cold winds of disdain ? T'was naught, to be fraught, nor to worry; Abstain. Certainty to my mind - to this cross I am chained. T'was not foolish, nor...

It's Time For Bed - My Bedtime Story

Night settles upon me like a blanket. It's comforting darkness calling me into the land of dreams. My mind wearied from another drawn out day inside the mechanism of what we call society. My body sore and beleagured. Aches welling up as they so often...