feels like acceptance
Hey there, You… You know who wanted to connect personally, direct one to another, brothers and sisters in arms, suffering through lives with absent charms...
Hey there, You… You know who wanted to connect personally, direct one to another, brothers and sisters in arms, suffering through lives with absent charms...
Paint me! Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself! with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain titanium white, yellow ochre...
v e n i t And so, as I face the final curtain… I wish for my hyperbolic musings on stonework etchings on a wall...
The reason I write is a reason that gets all blurry in my head. I can’t remember if I write because I want to because...
I don’t suppose it matters much, really—all told. He’s happy with whatever I put in front of him these days. Except that—none of that anymore....