Most days, I would rather stayunderneath my coversand in the warm glowof errant sunlight strands…
It was notan easy doorto open;your heart.
Whisper softly. The sound of the clock tends to injure my brainnefarious cracks in the…
In the discomfort of the silence,in the mess of my disentangled self,the vertigo of the one-way stream…
I hopeyou spentyour timewisely
The Yous are asking —