the clouds are my freedom. I chase the white pillows as I count my sheep, before my evening slumber I concentrate on the rolls of smoke counting them, number by number.
By Tesla Roaderick4 years ago in Fiction
struggle. Curiosity. Forgiveness. Humanity. Happiness. Equality. These are the solvents of A tainted pride, Deeper on a spin, around the colors of time.
By Tesla Roaderick5 years ago in Poets
