Oh darling, turbulent like seas, your skin;
A violent brine that moves me off my feet...

There was a time
when life...

I think I was submerged so deeply under water
that now that I have swum towards the surface...

It's just a mess, a mess, my mom complains.
Why can't you have it organize, cleaned...

I cannot write of love when I am in love.
I cannot write of you...

Kept silent...
acknowledging a bunny...

Within the night, a black leather book rests on...
just like your head does on my lap...

Have you ever felt lost? Not the type of lost...
I mean the type of lost where while you type, you...

a mountain
turns into...

Fears are vultures in the nights
soaring thirstily, and hungrily...

Open your mind
Like you open a book...

Dear Stephanie,
How are you doing? I know you don't know me and...