"It's hard to speak my thoughts."
"But you're a writer", he said...

When you met me that Saturday morning,
it seemed the world was still drowsy...

Chains of temperature outlived us,
confiscating day paths...

Anger doesn't always approach with
petty words that eventually...

I stare out of this telescope,
it isn't mine...

I wanted to cry, summon the emotions to cascade
down my cheeks and sink into the dry soil...

I cannot run any faster,
my physique won't allow it...

It comes with shiny tops,
it shimmers, glimmers, simmers at...

I wonder if Earth grieves the
same way souls do...

I didn't know feeling empty could be so...
- Morning stirs and mixes milky residue into my...

When did your stare become unconcerned, eyes hazy,
all the times I would make the commitment to do...

Do we love each other's words, or simply admire
the bravery of carpenters and lives we are not...