Vibrant desires, monochrome hope, swirling temptations, blurred lines of decency, bold streaks of adversity — on autoplay all day and … More
I wear a compass on my wrist, an anchor on my ankle but still cannot comprehend which direction I belong. … More
No need for punctuation as a period is a finite limit to thoughts that are imminent in their endlessness Question … More
I have been lost in circles parallel to our silent orbit Our thoughts shift relentlessly stardust caught in cement My … More
Enclosed but open to new adventures. accents tinctured with pleasure Warmth infused in strangers’ touches distance kept with familiarity embraced … More
My words melt Like candle wax Upon the paper They begin elegant Tapered and perfect Nurtured by my soul Upon … More
The sun burned the skies in anger as it watched the moon begin its seduction of the sea.