When I look at how freedom is so skewed,
I say to myself, is it any wonder that our hearts...

October presses me against his chest -
I feel all the sadness he summons...

"River Flows in You" is looping through...
sounding a deeper call to refrigerate these...

Today, I woke up to a post preaching
about how people like me shouldn't be...

It's a bit sad the way she reads books: greeting...

I ponder to my mother loudly,
over the pulse of the steel blender...

Whenever I smell fresh grass being cut
or lilac bushes budding their perfume...

I have too much
history with these cups...

It's 1:09 am and I'm not at my best now.
My hair is sprawled in greasy, un-organized...

Escaping out my small window,
Hearing the true distance of the city while...

You can open them up now.
It's over, the fog that covered you...

With good intentions, she builds a doll house,
a place constructed by clumsy fingertips and an...