i remember the day
my sanity went away
my mind was lost
amongst the ashes of lost loves and destroyed dreams
i never bothered to organize them, to pick up the pieces
and now my heart has been buried, never to be seen again
My first attepmts in the field of prose consist of the musings of an isolated, abandoned, and ignored child. I am somewhat critical of the structure of these; In retrospect they sound like bad lyrics to a bad alternative group. But Hidden inside I feel there are some true gems.
A. April-May 1996
B. Modern Works Begining November 1996