One month
It's October already...

Only one bulb is playing its harp....
rims of serenity's lost friend...

Don't worry about me falling behind
becoming a lost artifact nobody remembers...

Today, I dreamed a romance while riding along
the country roads of a township I had never...

The things they swept beneath their beds
were not dust, no, they weren't some kind...

What is waiting in the
stars? What is written...

She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the...

Transparent ribbon
swivels around my thumb...

It was a mad flurry
of departures...

The day is finished, and
she didn’t say goodnight the way...

my brain
leaks...

Some things fly at me with a lonely force,
and I don't know how to react other than...