Bone Thugs N Harmony and Blackstreet albums tucked into my backpack; chessboard styled skate rolling me into the valley. Midnights in the Winter stand still. Are you there, illuminated by the orange hue of a sole streetlight at the bottom of the hill? Yes, setting up your stereo.
In waiting for my turn to speak, it has occurred to me that there are those without a voice.
I sometimes crave a solitary grave, a secluded cave, or the belly of Jonah\'s fish.