Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
