Dying Alone
Time is a supposed fleeting thing… fragile, fickle, and stern. Imagine that FatherTime as hard and unyielding for some can be short sweet and gentle for others. What about those who live briefly and die tragic painful deaths? Those who do not get the choice; struck down prematurely as if blades of grass under a gardeners graces… What is to say is not a rose, a redwood, a sycamore or crown of…














