THESE AREN’T (entirely) MY THOUGHTS — i just wrote 67% of this in the first-person…

amid calls + driving — my cognitive designs are @ their rawest. then — quickly — i make them into a Reality!

my desires are rampant + spiritual. this is my poetic confession.

this town is teetering with your ghost

can you give me just, like, a friendly “hello”?
a few texts back to me, out to me
without…

When winter shoves Autumn. Mussels. Fear.

omg dude. these rhythms moving. it’s intimate to live in an alternative way / when you…

this was the coldest christmas, since the split