I would belong inside of some asymmetrical oblivion. The vessels in my hands have been sucked from by the wits of those with no time for themselves. I..
I told the wind:"Blow me across the way,to that house.Filter me through the windows as though I am sunlightplant me within the jasmine blossomsso that..
You miss me like I miss himAnd she misses him like I don't miss you. Two against one and two for one. I could handle my forehead being labeled. As lon..
The dynamics of an opened vein,tolerable and excusable, the life-water is submitted into decay.through processes of comparison and contrast heartfelt ..