crossroad, a blues?

there are all these words floating around in my head hard words /¬†soft words words i don’t want to dance with or chitchat about words that fill me with angst and dread words that block and stifling are reminiscent of rifles sprouting off in parking lots near city skyways where babies are arranged in sandboxes…

when revolution is your only option

the end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end. there are no words only deep longing silences that cover us each in sorrow and regret in my mind images twist and twirl leaving me breathless of times that never were but still feel real in my hand i…