The hurt ones

The hurt ones don’t say much don’t do much either cry or smile or laugh or live just float in an endless salt estuary of indifference flanked by their own monsters. Is there an escape? May be. but do they know it? Probably not. The hurt ones, hold on!


On this day, at the end of another October cold winds are going to start blowing many will carve pumpkins many will wonder what’s Halloween the ghosts and the ghouls shall get confused which way to head the West or the East a new home, perhaps? But there is already too many of West’s more … More Halloween