The longer you stareinto the distance
I’m dumbstruck at the status of the worldinside of a technological kaleidoscopeof morning rituals…
The end of yearis a rebirthof the soul
Look at everyone out therewith all of the abject pufferysurrounding their carefullycurated online…
Some days, I like to take my feelingsand hide them in small boxesI like to put bows on the boxesso…
Some mornings I wake uplike a ramshackle houseon a deserted piece of landin the middle of nowhere
Beneath this facadeis a river of tearspooled togetherfor warmthand looking fora ray of sunlightto help…
For all the time spent worrying,we could have been livingand not continually regressinginto a…
The cracks inside me are so largethat light shines through themwhen the sunlight hits meat the right angle
