His eyes travel around the world, while his mind hovers a ditch as I rise to grab water. He is a friend of a friend, an acquaintance; he...

Something don’t seem right, decipher through mine eyes real quick Days and grace, chains and vain lanes, fading generations I spy cycles...

“Great. I’m doing good, like, really good.” With hot cups in hand, we take to our seats as coffee stirs into the background. My eyes...