Never judge a book by it’s cover? Want me to bow to your proverbial… Keep spitting your self satisfied… I’ll judge a book by it’s cover I’ll gaze at the wrinkled spine

The tactile brush of pages across… Trace memories and images of thing… I hold here in my hand a collectio… Concentrated emotion holding more… Another, and I can cry again at t…

Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man

Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that

I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…

Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…

Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…

I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…

The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.

tin can heat and toucan crossings mechanics smoking questionables with loud mouthed customers blocki… the route past the non-corner shop rusting solar solutions flat tired…