Those who've beavered hard
to brush me away by their brooms...
Lost is a destination I've sailed to
unintentionally more times than I've ever...
As I walk into the darkness
I feel my soul part in the gloom...
i know nothing of home –
it’s true, i wrongly thought of your clavicles...
Woke up this morning.
Student life...
Sometimes, all we know
how to do as writers is...
To what shall I be compared?
If the essence of my being is but a replica of the...
"Bide by the Moon,
follow Her glow..."...
I was looking for God
in the echo of the waves...
I've been stealing sneaky
lunar kisses twixt...
I carry you around as
if you're an integral...
The song that no one knows
is one that's born from the...