My favorite rug now old and worn
It's been around since I was born...
Hey,
I’m tire...
I wish I could tell you why and how it hurts,
this concept of sin you believe in...
She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...
The Poet From Beyond
She quotes Nietzsche as he were her brother...
My bed feels colder now since the day he left
I try my best to keep myself warm on my own...
Inspirations
are like birds...
when birds glide down to Earth
to whisper in your ears...
Oh Ben, where are you now?
I search for you within this site...
On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...
I never thought I could be
manipulated into anything...
Time dusts on the clarity of past
And buries them gradually...