this hour will pass this day will fly nothing will ever be the same this week will elapse and if I don’t die another year will damage and maim I knew what’s false I knew what’s true but I know nothing except how time murders optimism so I must fight and fight to keep hoping […]
Dear Beloved Friday I reach you wounded and saddened and fearful naively hoping the promise you once brought will return yet I know Saturday Sunday will vanish in a fatigued fog as the gateway you once guarded now lying in rubble leads only to panic as time races on and on and on
