Johnathan: Why do we have to go to your mother's again this year? Marie: Are you serious? Why do we have to spend time with the woman who birth, fed, clothed, and raised me? I don't know. I guess us country folk are weird that way.
By Troydarius Stevenson4 years ago in Fiction
Out of sight, Not absent of mind. Legacies on the horizon. Peaks where the sun isn't shining. When darkness sheds light on the kindness.
By Troydarius Stevenson4 years ago in Poets
