When Chalk Leaves the Sidewalk

Where do we go when the echos leave the halls; When the chalk leaves the sidewalk. When the leaves stop whistling in the wind? Emptiness fills a void we don’t even know was there. Full of apathy, lacking empathy, we don’t care. We have cared too much and too long about the obsolete That the…

Midnight musings

I went to bed around 9pm and woke up just about midnight and decided I was too warm to sleep. I got out of bed and turned down the heater which I accidentally left on. Diego is kind of weird about having the heater on, but living in a mobile home, the insulation is terrible…