All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...
It’s been over 2 years
Since I last saw your face...
A final showdown, the heavens have begun pouring...
Soaking wet, washing away my last letter to you...
She was only seventeen
She's too young to work daily...
Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...
you are laden with light –
lambent like morning skies...
In my first real walk after the respiratory...
Do you see them?
Because I do...
I awake each day feeling empty inside
It all hurts and it’s eating me alive...