You are like the prelude to my story, the punctuation to my end;You enrich me.You walk towards me and I watch the edges of the world blur;You amaze me..
You have mistaken the sweetness of fruit.You have mistaken its identity with thetaste of its wet skin dripping into a clusterof sugary silk.Its presen..
Oh when the cold lurks pastour doors,we gypsies love your heated seats.Stars guide our weary hearts,better yet,headlights show the streets.We journey ..
A display of warmth and blush would once make its way down the tree.Gracefully it left, like a final bow at the end of a play; so frail, yet, quite te..
If I could, I would sleep all day and wake in the brilliant night.Day expects too much.Day expects grass to be green; the sky to be blue.So intense, s..
Road construction ahead. Another pending relationship.Potentiallyharmless.A fly stuck to the windshield. Its smashed body meaning as much as the life ..
Our minds are God.Regardless of faith; we begin and end with it.Regardless of our dreams and the pillows they fall on.Regardless of our time and the c..
I woke this morning...and immediatelytripped and fell on parts of yesterday.Parts left undone; parts left unfolded.Like unworn clothes draped over cha..