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Yesterday, in the last day of September,we drove aimlesslyas if in search of nothingbut looking for everything.And somehow, we stumbledupon the sublim..
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I've woken up too many times like thisin this haze.It feels like alcohollike the buzz it leaves you with,god it leaves you therejust staringand wonder..
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When you build upA towerThinking it's on bricks,And it's not,And the sand sinksRight below you,The sky seems even more blue,You appreciate the hazy cl..
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The mind's ability to learn and retain,Yet blur and forget.Its power to influenceYet its weakness to fall beneath emotions.Its strength to manipulate,..
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The building was quietexcept for the buzz of a neighbor's televisionand the cigarette smoke that lingeredand slipped under one apartment door,making i..
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These are the days, the days when your fridge only holds some eggs and old rice, when you fall asleep on the couch and you can't remember why, when yo..
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I stood for so long in the shower today. The water was hot and burning my skin and making it red and splotchy. But I didn't think about it because I w..
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she woke up one morningfeeling eerie, feeling hauntedby the dreams that filledher sleep the night before.the sun poked through theivory curtains,the o..
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the snow outside reflects a strong, bright light through the open blinds.you are still in your boxer shorts and tattered t-shirt.hair is like a nest f..
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A glass door coversWhat I call history.It's only pictures andWatches and baby shoes.But the eyes that look at me,Made of paper,Are ancestors, people I..
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