Little Ruby Red
Caleb
I'm so alone, despite being among familiar faces who mean well, I'm desolate and bereft. Not even whole, just the shadow of a broken man whose soul is dying. In the heart of my own personal storm, I see nothing but a vortex of dark monochromatic clouds circling overhead. My mind is a tornado of plagued thoughts, taunting whispers, mocking laughter, ridiculing me for living with a fool’s hope.
Bab Populer