The blood was dripping through his hair. A gentle stream of red running down his wrapped arm. It slowly crept down his back. He knew his scalp was tore open, but he also knew it best to feel around it with his dirty fingers. Just keep dragging yourself forward, is what he kept telling himself as he …
tenacity
The Storm
The storm hits Washing up It’s harsh tide Bringing with it Pain and fear The onslaught Could continue Never ending A humming A swarm Of angry wasps Hovering close above Weary of It’s sting I’m tired Tired of this shit Tired of it For my …
Krakow Alive
My feetClothed inGray ConverseMy eyesBathed inBeautySurroundingMy sensesMy heartFull fromMy timewith FelipeMy BrazilianSon The cityIt's groundAlive withRich historyFeeling theGenerations pastThe richnessOf medieval timesComing throughIn the castleArcher stationsPolish lureOf a dragonA peopleHardy …