i can't seem to muster the abilityto speak in my blood to these people.i never have been and a change of sceneryis not enough.my visions have changed ..
you're asleep before the record stopsspinning and ceases to a staticand i know that's whyyou still drink sugar in your teabecause the world is still s..
One wish. Just one.To take your painand fold it into origamipaper cranes,quarter your past in quartersand cornersand checkerboards,bleed your scarsint..
I'm afraid that I will alwayslook for treasure between the pagesof antiquated novelswhen the pages themselves should bewhat i am searching for.and in ..
it is almost september and anticipationrattles in the grass here,like a departing train across the tracks.school bound childrens' thoughtsheavier than..
i wanted to give you something of mebut all i have are bleeding lips, bruised knees,poached butterfly wings, bitten nails,clocks with broken handsigno..