Another Vagabond Lost To Love

Writing from The Road

It's nights like these I feel like a kite. On the run from something I can't remember, but still I keep on running, just in case. They...

It could have been so beautiful. The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever again and it could have been so

They tell me I have an interesting life. Going places, seeing people, and I shrug my shoulders as I pour another drink, sitting lonely on my

This morning I woke up to the sound of white rain shattering on my window. The raindrops kept falling like the sweetest music, leaving ...

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was then or what day it is now. Blurred out lines from hangovers to...