Muttering...under our breath. Murmuring...to a captive audience, or to anyone who will listen and agree. Nitpicking...about the...

Running away from the real thing, Into the arms of the flavor of the month. Leaves an arrow in my heart, And a brand on my back. Did I...

Grief walking in the dark with the pounding in my head measuring steps. May as well, since sleep won't come; washed away by my tears....

Thick mounds of powder taking tumbles off the trees. Good for the earth, too much for branches to bear. Especially if holding onto...