Days are folding over night with the creases of a...
traveling my sun to your window...
Optimism, filling my cup to the brim,
standing on edge, ready to spill over...
My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...
Defiance - the hunger of survival. Followed...
The tidings of intelligent activity (derailed...
Look inside the locket,
there's a girl, almost seven...
Tentatively,
(unfurling like...
As I look into the star lit sky
and ponder Infinity...
Sitting aimlessly near the window panes
Familiar thoughts run across my mind...
Land of the golden dome
Decorated in crimson hue...
When people die have you ever wondered to...
What they were thinking as their clock was...
His and Hers Suits
Wrinkle cascade where her heart used to be...
I am afraid.
Afraid ofâ?¦...