For him,She was sweet, mellow and fine;Constant…
frailwinter-white arms pocked by needle marks (scattershot traces the path of migratory birds…
She swallows more…
Something I miss
That one moment of false glory,all I now yearn for, is my…
Vague days don’t exist; unless, avoiding reality, we numb ourselves out…
we resist.
Her magic has pulled me in and held me close, threatening to never let me go, so now I need some magic of my own to fight my way out and…
Showing up,
With Complete…