An Old Draft.

There was sorrow in her presence or maybe there was just something sad about her. It hung over her head as she walked by and followed her every step. It lived off of her and she embodied it. Sorrow so sad that it took all of the air out of the room and replaced it…

L.L.S

I have lost. I have lost in ways that words can’t capture and songs cannot soothe. I have felt loss bigger than nations and governments who have stumbled and crumbled from war or starvation or at the hands of their own leader. I have lost something so precious and pure and rare that diamonds nor…