There exists place in all of usSo close we touch it nowA darkened grove of saplingsWe’ve watched our lives grow tall
Time spent walking the streets at night, looking in windows. Hoping for those in the light to see me. To look my way and wonder at my life. To…
Repeating the same thing and expecting different results. Sounds like insanity.
Thoughts circle around interleaved crosshatch mosaics. Bean sprouts murder pavement babies piss black urine through haughty straw…
Excel at all that brings beforeyou and your kind be freeof willingness to fly alonethrough berths so varied seefor who but you and…
So many things that were filled with intent only to be lost. A face. Some thoughts. The way you smile at nothing and everything…
