And the drops of rain. They are delicate, at first, their splashes graceful against pavement. Soon, though, the soft patter grows into a furious storm.
Ky GrabowskiMy heart, mind, and soul are spread out, carefully wrapped and filed in this child’s vault. They are my life − captured and displayed.
Ky Grabowskithe path is lost, and I’ve become part of the wreckage − another meaningless casualty.
Ky GrabowskiTags: sadness loneliness emptiness hope-and-despair
I can feel the grip of lost lives beneath me, starved hearts hoping to escape their shadowy fates.
Ky GrabowskiTags: love death hopelessness
I am not powerless.
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