Everything was better behind the golden lenses of childhood.
I anchored myself to a loveI wanted to last forever
Moving on is easy.
It’s what you do between waking and sleepin the hours that stretch between silence and…
Dear Dennis,
My fingers yearned to reachacross the space time dimensionto when we were 18 and in…
There’s a scar on your fingera ring-shaped callous hardenedby careless thoughts and thoughtless hearts.
Dear you,
I keep starting and quitting,