Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
