London
caressing the bruised pelt of a perpetual wisdom...
The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unsettling like unknown...
Acceptance is a blind
mistress I've never...
Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...
There are ancient pains
that have...
Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...
34th day:
Flowers had color again. The sky...
The darkness covers like a veil of shade,
As the sunlight fades from view...
Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent blooms...
The robust reality,
mundane hours slip...
I wanna run into the arms of the Present
and tick tock my way out out of my worries...
You've ruined it again for us,
just like you've ruined my hope for...