Transcriber of reality
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Instead, glassy skies above the small town I was raised in, daily routines, and striving to escape the everyday boredom that had come over me.
By Chris Ames2 years ago in Fiction
Home I see you every now and when I get lost in bars and stranger friends; Then, you wink at me through uncertainty. The next morning, a nexus through all week.
By Chris Ames3 years ago in Poets