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was it tuesday?it was a tuesday.when the world ended,we watched it burn.two strangers never understanding.was it days, weeks, years?it was years.we we..
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guilt, denial, and still heavy into self sabotage.
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continuing on the theme of self sabotage, this one is iffy.
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my attempt at humor
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all 22 words are the title. this isnt the best i was talking about
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digging, and diggingand digging.as the bell sings,melancholic tidings. soil encrusting my hands,my eyes.was i always this blind?im sure i saw the ligh..
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you weren't always this attentive,taken in by their subtle asking,i attempted to answer.was there an answer?every equation lead on.random scrawls of d..
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your breath,amongst the wavelengths.an ectopic echohaunting, reminiscing.radio concertos turn to fuzz.a dreadful static,every voice, feeling,resonatin..
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an excerpt i liked more alone
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oh child, born of the sea.a tide of loss, love, the want and need.overwhelmed one, heart of gold.the songs of hope who'll never be told.they sing stor..
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