Marooned.

Time won’t slow or make haste. Time won’t hold up, wait up or make up for what you’ve gained and lost. Whether you built an empire or dug a hole to bury your head. Time stands indifferent. Whether you measured in seconds, minutes or hours. The sands slip effortlessly through fingers, all the same. SaintContinue reading “Marooned.”

A Silent Train Ride.

A dozen vacant eyes stare, mesmerised. A focal point of pointlessness, commands their undivided attention. From ear to ear they slump, then retreat into layers of winter apparel – They rely on these for warmth. The fire within is long extinguished. “Where are we going?” One murmured. Another replied. “You’ve been strapped to the noseContinue reading “A Silent Train Ride.”