Just another handful of words.
7.26-7.27- 2013.
New York...city of dreams for so many.
This is a poem about when we think that we need something from someone else, due to being blind about how much we already have. It's a work in progress...like life.
What war does. it lasts long after it's over.my father beat me 2 months after my mother's sudden death, and I blocked it out for 35 years of my life.
dreams...
