Exploring the rummage saleof the almostover mindproduces a periplum,
I thought it was finally timeto say goodbye to my near-insufferable soliloquies on my desiresand longings for you.
The house was dark save the street lights, who’s florescent orange filtered through the newspapered windows. Boxes were stacked on…
I walked along the river again,smelling damp plants and trees from the past.The mist from those days gently kissed my face again…
She leans out the window and takes a drag from her cigarette. It is somewhere between the hours of four and five in the morning, though…
The first note is always the loudest.
Gradually the shell starts to crack,but she has so many layers whichshe shall…
I was gonna take one last photograph of the empty space,stare at the the stillness and emptiness of the air,and try to remember…