Musician. Writer. Lover. Truth Seeker.
by Michael Redd
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Okay. There once was a boy who feared the night because it drained all the color from his world and made him think about sunshine. When he thought about sunshine, he thought about her, and so he did for the rest of the night. He’d smoke and drink and do just about anything to fall asleep. Once he fell asleep he would fall into a dark world within himself that only brought visions of the past and doubts the future holds. So he would awake in a cold sweat, alone again seeing that the world was still there as he left it. Destined to continue another day living neither here nor there, just somewhere in the middle of what used to be.
Day by Day
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We brought these streets to life.
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