A tragedy
alone and dying...
Did you ever felt lost?
And just wander a roundabout...
You exist in every
photograph, on every wall...
Been responsible
my entire life but I have...
I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...
Some people are power washers.
Some people are chainsaws...
Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...
Stop feeling feelings
Because I hate it...
Wanderlust
Sometimes the anticipation of travel...
Why such an old guide?
‘Cause the things I want to see...
Empty
life regressing...
My mind
is the cage...