in that year, we spread our dreams where hopeful glances eased our noisome youth. fleeting emotions crumpled our facade in seconds. we stared down on death as it howled from the ground. death pulled, yet I held on. death tried, yet I pressed on. heavy silent whispers— you have to let him go. the show stealer with a coy smile was crafting. the show must go on, I insisted. dim lights and despair, long before the blinding … Continue reading in that year