Poetry · Writing passive forks September 21, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez i don’t know where this is going it’s not you it’s me i think we are just heading into differnet directions blah blah blah echo’s down empty corridors empty words sprayed on empty walls, begged for the truth met with the distance and a beer Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...