Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

If i could love night more as my o… might and sleep next to night with… but just me and her blue iris sigh… her eyes that rest on beauty of endless flourish flight, owls, dog…

If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.

Life is a maze and death Is the way out.

All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate

Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me

Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending

For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.

For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.

Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts