Hey,
I’m tire...
I wish I could tell you why and how it hurts,
this concept of sin you believe in...
I think somewhere in all this
subcutaneous earth...
She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...
The Poet From Beyond
She quotes Nietzsche as he were her brother...
i breathe her in,
sage, wildfire & smoke...
the end of the world is,
the end of a price of fame...
I greeted the dawn boldly,
hoping to encounter a speck...
You stole my pen,
my words...
My bed feels colder now since the day he left
I try my best to keep myself warm on my own...
When feeling strong has
Nothing to do with strength but...
Inspirations
are like birds...