Willows lament into a smog smothered lake.
The trauma of knights still heard...
She dropped me off
with my luggage in hand...
Waiting and hoping
should be a moving wish...
I figured, its just the way that I am...
It's the way that I write...
No
one...
I can not remember..
The last time I did not feel broken...
A sound...
A familiar noise at
the front door...
I, watched grown men and women, live alone.
Their families forgot them, threw them on the...
A Peak Inside My Brain
the one that's smiling, the one that's making you...
As dusk embraces the sky
grieving images draw closer...
The Same Vocal Tic
The noise echoed...