The Social Misfit

If life is a road, mine is under a hot, burning sun. Peak afternoon. There is shade in places, seats to rest, shelters at times to unburden ...

Floor beneath my feet Like a conveyor belt. Feet hitting, missing Hitting, missing Hip-hopping, beep-booping Shake-a-shake, shim...

Triggers. Old songs. Old photos. Old stories. Buried deep inside a forgotten corner. Triggered, out they all come. Soaring and flowing. Caug...

While the throng rushes Towards their escapes I sit and ponder Watch time pass me by Crazy is me Mine is a weariness Unburdened by sorrow I ...

Empty hallways, crumbled walls, cracked floors, roofless structures. They used to be homes. Libraries. Arenas. Stadiums. All we ...

Tides come and go, Sands shift, waves dance. Leaves fall and grow Birds fly-die-fly. People meet Then walk away. That's the ...

Apocalypse Comic strips Super heroes Magic and fantasy Ghosts and spirits End of the world Crises Stories Tales Parallel worlds Ideas. Do yo...