Tom
The Truths That Remain Unsaid
That truths that remain unsaid are but a poison, slowly killing the things that ought to be.
To Whom Do I Owe My Love?
They say that people our age have found their independence, and made an irreconcilable agreement to give our time to very few, and devote our lives to even fewer of those who would seek more of our attention.
A Mother’s Son
The world saw a man adorned in an ornate, flag-draped box. She saw her sleeping boy. The world threw around words like “hero” and “brave”, she could only muster the words “my baby”.
Please do…
Soon, you will be climbing without thought, and you will find happiness in the fatigue of a body designed to get you nowhere but the summit.
So, Together We…
I can feel the goose bumps rise all over my naked form, touching me in places I’m rarely touched, in a certain way absent from the journey I’ve been walking.
