Wasted Ink Space

Tropisms / Maybe, maybe, it doesn’t matter
It is late at night. It is cold outside. K has nowhere to go. L has nowhere to be. Maybe we wait for the end of days. K: Maybe, maybe no one cares about you. Maybe no one cares about… Continue reading →
Mondegreen / It’s a hard day to come
Where are you now my young little boy. You was to be a doctor, you was to preach the gospel. You was to be my soldier, you was to care for mother. You was to go to college. You was… Continue reading →
Tropisms / Hometown Tomorrow
And it continued on a phone call. K: I be coming home tomorrow, please be there. S: you be coming home tomorrow? after eight years be? K: Will you be there? I be coming home tomorrow after eight years be. … Continue reading →