Prose

I remember the afternoon that was darkened by the dense clouds, as dense as the shadows forming in my heart. The tide was high and the waves were at war with the wind. I had stood there on the deck of a ship that...

Disclaimer: What you are about to read might bring forth the feelings of: WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ AND WHY. continue at your own discretion. Much like jazz, life makes absolutely and utterly NO SENSE. It is all about fucking improvisation, and...

Life is like a candle, burning slowly and eerily through a long dark night. By the time it is daylight, it burns out.Candle has but only its own fire that burns with its very own fuel to keep the night lit. I have walked...