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I am in search of a certain place, and as my newfound language begins to form, I know of the place as a field. That’s what I’ve heard, a..

Again with subconcious description..

Written as I sat out in the rainy grass

I’ve been sitting here for hours in damp rainwater clothes, listening to the same slow and sad words. It’s not all that inspiring, I&rsq..

“No,” said Suzan, pinching the corner of the newspaper with such force that it nearly ripped when she tugged away. “It was a suic..

“There are things that I would do for you; things that make me consider myself irrational.” A steady squall of leaves turned themselves ..

missed.... dearly missed

I know a certain fellow who was curious, some time ago. He gave me rain and flowers, it made me beam and glow. Sometimes words are hard to place, ..

I’ve always wanted flowers; I’ve always dreamt of kindness. I love the rain And how it blanches blindness. Of all of the ideas you h..

“Close your eyes,” he told her, his voice just a whisper in the silence of her room. The pale yellow phone slid between her fingers, t..