The lapel of my jacket held its wa… as I walked down the daring, dark… I couldn’t spell my own defeat as the passions of my vengeance un… Like a knight fighting for vain gl…

A bouquet of peonies sits on the k… Pictures dot the wall, the table s… with the memory of that once perfe… The clock ticks rhythmically, somb… There I am, seated at the head of…

Menacing clouds break thunder with three snaps, and the clock down the hall strikes three chords in the hallowed night.

Little black rocks dotted the side… as I held my gaze down there. What was I doing here... almost crippled by fear No, I’m doing this.

Stardust in the mind, I contemplate in exact answers, precise manners, for the fulfillment of a question that beckons forgiveness.

And the others withhold experience from me. So that I sit, and stare,

I am in the city of dead arisen, surrounded by saints and sinners; some safer in cars, cardboard pack… in halcyon piles to suffocate the… For others, houses blow in the win…

I do not waste my time with things that do not want to be… Like angry schoolchildren wanting to... demanding to live in ignorance,

I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…

Do your work and remove yourself. Don’t check the follower count. You are a rock, immoveable in your… You are the river that breathes an… You are provider. And receiver.

The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,

I wish my memories were translated… Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories...