You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time. A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbl...
“I’m that typical human whose mind is filled with celestial bodies of the universe; who is not in love with it anyway? I make poems out of the form of constellations that I thought were written in rev...
The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...
behind the battered white of your eyelids, hanging light & droopy as wings, soft-snow & the bouquet of embracing oleanders in the back of the old truck. your sick heart thrums within the burning silk ...
On the floor of the Mojave desert,we are barreling through time and space. In a vacuum,I reach out and grab your hand,I tether myself to you so that I don’t keep floatingendlessly forever.
By american...
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
Simmering in the evening heat, washing my mind of sickness and grime, a chance to let go of plagues on repeat, victim to the earth and the master of time. A paradox of emotions that ravage, soul rumbl...
“I’m that typical human whose mind is filled with celestial bodies of the universe; who is not in love with it anyway? I make poems out of the form of constellations that I thought were written in rev...
The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...
behind the battered white of your eyelids, hanging light & droopy as wings, soft-snow & the bouquet of embracing oleanders in the back of the old truck. your sick heart thrums within the burning silk ...
On the floor of the Mojave desert,we are barreling through time and space. In a vacuum,I reach out and grab your hand,I tether myself to you so that I don’t keep floatingendlessly forever.
By american...