colliding ideologies
contradict the two of us...
I have too much
history with these cups...
She is a frosty breath of air
on a crisp winter...
July has arrived with heated
winds and cheery...
It’s funny how when you want something to be a...
You’ll convince yourself that it’s exactly the...
My body is a temple,
A shrine in tune with nature...
I pull down upon the heavens,
And I hold out my hands...
My hands are yellow
As are my feet...
And so my Will is the captain,
and I'm the ship...
Life is like a balloon
inflating...
You want to be a flower - red or white,
just like those roses in the pots of clay...
I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...