https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsmj0vdife4 Toes brush over the pavement as she pushes away from the ground, swinging herself in a rocker, thinking of ways to fall down. Chains creak along in time with spring morning sounds, The quiet outside is deceiving, happy birds almost go missed, She wipes away tears over tethered wrists, another's secrets clenched inside, hidden in … Continue reading Asking for a Friend
The Inkling 