One word becomes three. Misery loves company.
White noise dampens my black silence. I cannot hear the voices in my head. But I feel the abandonment as … More
Winter is early. The fiery reds breathe icily as they swirl mid-air. The burnt oranges break against the brittle truth. … More
The flicker of the lone candle reminds me of your whispers in my ear. We ceaselessly told stories of our … More
Illogical illusions of indecent deeds. Spiraling strobes of incense and soft downy robes. Foreign faces with familiar graces. Laughter lilting … More