“I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Thunder arose upon the darkened sky,lights began flashing upon my eye's,dancing in dreams of fate or disaster,my life faded faster and fsater,the gates of death hath spoke a whisper,lonely souls in the eye's of hate only a whimper,If the case… — Denise Williams Copy Share Image
