Tweet Distance   My soul bleeds. Trickles of red coursing down the length of me. Patterns imprinted, that only I can see. Pain. Heartache. Distant songs I once listened to. They no longer mean a thing. Ironically, I remember you.   © Jan. 23, 2012 L.E.M.
  
    
    
    
        Published on January 24, 2012 03:01