James IanniA boy beds under an old oak tree for the night.Night thought rise high, heading from the moonlight and through gray air above. Follow where leaves decay and bones scrape while trapped…Dec 21, 2017Dec 21, 2017
James IanniFree Yourself: 12/21/2017–01:15 PM — Raw Journal Entry 1A portion of me wants to get out of my own body at times. A portion of my mind says that it feels bound by bone and flesh to reveal some…Dec 21, 2017Dec 21, 2017