the ugly writers

Spaces

I still walk down lonely corridors hoping to find you on my next turn. You are never there waiting for me. I hear you whispering my name more often than I care to admit.
the ugly writers

Utter

Life is in flux Constantly moving Changing The ebb and flow Whether I like it or not
the ugly writers

Shut It Down

Shut down the sadness The loneliness The worry All of the rage The hurt and the fear There isn’t any need You shouldn’t want any of it