"my walls are bleeding."she said to meas we grappledthrough clinical progress notes"why is it always me?why is it that it has to be the walls in my of..
that which shines amidst this fog calls for you. there is no sea in ruin. no wave has broken upon that which this barren pain has constructed, i await..
once the varsity football team whetted your grotto's appetiteafter all of them had dropped their beer bongs and passed out,you walked home with your g..
as you'd loaded up on seasoned friesas your grandmother and idiscussed feasible universitiesthen, that grilled cheese appeared.well buttered and invit..
dreams can die.i will never be a lead singer on tourwith a catalogue to draw from like dylan or bonoi won most improved player in basketballfreshman y..
do you believe it more nobleto fear loss,becoming a loss to others,or never having experienced either?for whether there is a y in that middle, or a do..
once upon a while agothere were many miles to goliving along reviled rowswith punctured cardboard souldespite that shine there was no heatdespite sham..
i saw one man carryinga box of something like petuniasand i saw that working womanlugging a bucket of cleansing agentsthey both had business to dobut ..
weight of gravity, i beckon,pull ink from cylinder;guide mass onto keyin such a waythat this noble subject's quiet truthis conveyedwith admirationfrom..