You dance, leading me rhythmically,
in a slow waltz at three/four time...
I sometimes wonder
when I'll stop deleting myself...
These words have been
stuck in the depths...
Tonight, Jesus won't be born.
Trees, ornaments, nativity sets...
I want the world to consist less
of headaches, of less collars that suffocate...
Misery and sorrow have taken my sinful soul in...
Ripped apart, turned inside out, cast aside with...
He crushed the butt of his
cigarette into the sun-bleached...
They lift my legs.
Left. Right...
Tell me who I am
Because I can't find my self tonight...
On this dark breezy evening,
a distant whisper embraces the...
Yes, that Facebook status was meant for you.
I don't know what we are; perhaps the wool...
Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile...