Jan 27, 2016
have you ever felt fire beneath a wing with a grasp of a hand the devotion one feels when passion takes the wheel we wade in frolic out run our hands play in doubt wondering where things go when they go what his name wa…
Jan 26, 2016
i saw you reading handsomely tangled hair lips smooth tips i loved i stared for a moment’s time felt eternity realized you were never quite there and in spirit i always seem to be wherever you are beside a mocha
Jan 25, 2016
i loved with a taste of his brain his soft sweaty mind i wondered if things become instead of be if things split instead of break shatter if eyes always seemed to wander if lips always told us deceit
Jan 23, 2016
he was a rose i was a thorn two with sins a dozen of none we flowed without touching grasping the air feeling for something which was never quite there beyond it + us
Jan 22, 2016
I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.
Jan 21, 2016
I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.
Jan 20, 2016
sitting alone
aside a headstone
aside your heart
where i used to fight dark
who used to make me feel so far, so high invincible to say the least and it was us floating falling skipping on ice lying on rice soaking m…
Jan 19, 2016
Hallucinations aren’t always out of the ordinary. How do we know we’re not hallucinating if everything seems plausible?
Jan 18, 2016
I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.
Jan 17, 2016
drunk on wine highs life as it passes by wondering why good turns bad why bad turns good how things slip from your grasp dangle through cracks leaving you endlessly sad but subconsciously yourself cheap wine