Eyeroll
we are done writing for this summer our words trickled out in cautious hope as she wove the squirrels…
6 years ago
we are done writing for this summer our words trickled out in cautious hope as she wove the squirrels…
it wasn't perfectno, far from itbut we somehow found perfectionthrough wakeup calls andmuddy afternoonsthrough endless…
There is not enough time.There is never enough timeFrom the moment we meetI am thinking…
There will be no traceof me, hereafter I have leftThe colours of my paintings on…
I know about this,this dark stillness illuminated only by a single streetlight.orange glow over everythingand we…
I'm leaving my bags packedjust in case I need to run awaybut I won't tell…