Gathering Dust – S.L.Heaton

Gathering Dust – S.L.Heaton

I wore it for you every day for eight years...strong and proud...hoping you would see...but you never did and made me feel as if I wasn't worthy. So my heart just sat there on my sleeve gathering dust and my knees became bloodied and bruised from crawling after you...begging...a futile attempt to acquire what I [...]

The sweet spot

    My life can be boiled down to nothing more than a series of tracks hauling freight trains filled with intensity. And me, The ultimate train wreck, just itching to play chicken.