Aug 8, 2017
28lbs on my back. a one way to europe. backpacking with me, myself, and i. see u on the flipside los angeles. put some things in queue. i’ll post when i can. maybe i’ll finish writing my book. xx
Aug 7, 2017
in your essence i believe eyes like blood moons with forests covered in thorns of roses i lie in sea blinding stars you drip atop of me in red we twine broken in white lies and fine lines in horror of hallways sullen co…
Aug 6, 2017
I’ve been alone in my mind for so long that this void doesn’t frighten me.
Aug 5, 2017
My hair was blowing in the wind and I thought it was because I was flowing, but instead I was going.
Aug 4, 2017
i listen to the sound of his voice it echoes in motions, in hilltops, in voids and i wonder where pages of his memoir would leave us i used to feel his arms beneath us caressing the tones of my core we hurt each other t…
Aug 3, 2017
i weave through his spine on a crescent moon night screaming beneath the twilight to stand on shells or break the fall he tangos a heart as he tastes like alcohol trembling with fault his eyes flip to the back of his h…
Aug 2, 2017
The clouds turned from pink to grey and that very metaphor defined my life in that very moment.
Jul 30, 2017
the daylight observes your curves longing in tradition we hold ourselves in a memoir of our truth i turn pages like faces of strangers kissing backs to the beat of a rain drop the floor floods with emotions i told you …
Jul 29, 2017
i stand in virtue of my truth observing emotions i held for you we black to our past wading in the memories i had avant-garde, but every guard i hear the frogs in the meadows calling for a winter freeze building walls i…
Jul 28, 2017
I didn’t love until rejection which said nothing about him, but everything about me.