April 1, 2018 AA Moore 0

This is my home everytime I roam she pulls me back like a jealous bitch an itch in my fibre. Thirty-somethings move away I’ll stay. She’ll financially cripple me triple me in debt. Never forget a decade of secrets hidden in these seams Guardian of my dreams South to East read more



February 15, 2018 AA Moore 0

  If you just had confidence you’d be… he uses his hands to illustrate a bomb exploding, Hiroshima between palms. I feel, eyes full of smoke, just another particle of self, eroding, giving additional ammo to my internal voice. It’s the word just that loiters, downloading every memory we have read more