its funny how much louder the walls are when youre the only onemovingand what opposedindifferenceon the spectrum is unsettling and something is not re..
I sat with my head back against the artificial furnishings, surveying the patterns left by time, wondering when the next rainfall would be and if i co..
of velvet seatson the edgeof a bed that belongs to itselfi depict every line with brittle eyessticky hooks stretched out in frontencircled by night,en..
youre the span when day turns to nightthe stains in thefirmamentallincomparablyharmonizedyoure good forunlit car ridesyour hand in minestoppedby the c..
you shook mefrom what seemed to be an endless fever dreamthat i was sure i would never wake up fromand now what i wouldnt giveto close my eyesto see s..
People are only interested in the things they can relate to, the things we pity, ourselves. We personalize everything. We revolve around the dark side..
shackles of lapsedgalaxies weave in and outmonday tuesday wednesdaythursdayfriday saturday sundaywith the exception modest momentsdrenchedwithyellowbu..
sometimes i ache tounearth the inkycat tailsyou left behindall over my heart.but theyve already been caughtbeneathmilky finger nailsive yet to trim-i ..
ive come to termswith the truth thatwallsand everything in themare imaginaryand people in the waiting roomarentalwayswatching you.swallowingswallowing..
wheresthe matterwith looking both ways.sidewalks and other peoples bedroomstryandtryandtryto make me miss youbut i wont.and its funnycause the mail ma..