December 2010
3 posts
question.
I am a victim of the painful poignance of solitary destitude. I am scrambling to find something. I’m not sure what yet. There is a question simmering on the tip of my tongue, scorching my tastebuds. I’m left clambering for the words to fit the spaces, accentuated with a question mark. I don’t know the answer and currently all I’m seeking for is the right question. This...
