Whitlling away at his soul to earn sustenance
Only he never felt sustained
Reaching lower and lower depths of despair
Knowing eventually he will fall out the bottom and drop into nothingness
Whitlling away at his soul to earn sustenance
Only he never felt sustained
Reaching lower and lower depths of despair
Knowing eventually he will fall out the bottom and drop into nothingness
Can’t find the right currency to buy your love
Oh, I’ve tried to earn your interest
I just can’t make heads or tails of what you really want and
Now you’ve left me emotionally bankrupt
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Tagline
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
Author and poet
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
Story world
SkEtChEs of my everyday life through tiny words, artworks, quotes, clips, and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.