…fear
Rewind the days and lookout again at what you sawbefore, a premonition tothe freeze, and the summerbefore last when time wasno thing. […]
I looked out at Brighton from the back window of my neighbour’s fourth floor flat. There was fog. The sky was grey. […]
It starts softly but no less resonant than the noise, the rush that surrounds the storm of last night, and the rain […]
All the poor souls suffering from depression getting pumped full of mind numbing, emotion killing, lab made chemical bullshit, when all you […]