i walk purposefully into the room muscles fatigued from the mornings labor cutting wood

It raises the question to desire and be desired is that all there is like a moth to a flame what language of love is to be sou…

**Must View From PC I was cast And molded From the very beginning My purpose etched upon my shoulder…

the lemon drops whilst the sugared kiss

shaking more than her ass so sweet

i walk into the confessional like a monk seeking

Death you spitefully benign hanger on of life always in the periphery

it’s sad how quickly we run to be… and how reluctant we are to run to… as if life is some race to win as if to say where we’ve been isn’… the phantom limb

i found myself at a party hanging with some friends when a pretty

I recall not when I first beheld… Yet I remember being amazed at th… The delightful way in which the cl… Did dance to hear her sing… Such… Below these heavenly declarations…

if one finds themselves often in d… could it be that they are the only… could it be that those lost in the… are they simply drawn to the light yearning for a piece or just to ba…

i see you... sitting there... ice water tears... filling... your eyes...

every book left on the shelf longs to be

there she sits as unreadable to me as ever in that shell she made a home for all i know she could be peeking between invisible fingers

In a smoke-filled empty room barel… Reclined and unexpectedly keen Our song saturating the senses wit… I lay here pondering the blank pag… Taut and anxious for my touch