You’ll never understand just how loud the world is until it stops.
nakedness is morethan just the skin on this bodymore than a single want
years agothere was a magician
hello a whisperplayful, inebriatedon the first starof a constellationmaterializing…
betweenyou and methere is tumulta friendship forgedbefore I knew what it meantto have more feelings…
on the wall above my doorwayis the shadow of a birdwith sharp anglesshe only appearsin the nightwhen…
