the lookon your faceengulf my eyesin a portraitof a story untold:in empathy, i appearto catch a glimpse ofyour world, secondsbefore…
What do we live for?Is it love or is itTruth?
“No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.”
I used to think that grief would entail a lot of weeping; endless days meshed into sleepless nights of bawling my eyeballs…
Wagging tongues with tail feathersMay scurry words to wrong ears,When paranoid…
I walk these streets alone,day after day,night after night,the same route.I watch the facespassing by.