I picked it up from the ground as she jogged by;
it fell from the pocket of a hoodie tied around...
I’ve now washed my hands
of government promises...
My mind yearning
Chasing the craving...
Dear 2020
We've had enough...
Dear Queen
If nobody tells you today...
Song 04
September breeze...
The ache never leaves,
a constant reminder...
The darkness is overwhelming
folding me within...
The ease in storms
When Luck goes forlorn...
Sweet turbulence
Beauty...
What if ;
One night you sit...
Simple bone sculptures
smother a silhouette...