waking
up in the morning before the sun rises too early too fucking early lately it seems unwilling to disperse clouds covering this ravaged land in wet blankets […]
Not broken, perfected.
Not broken, perfected.
It is a good day
It is the hottest day of the year, a modest breeze cools my skin as I sit under the shade of a fragrant juniper, high clouds filter the sun, a […]
Chipped paint
beside the chipped paint of this aged mansion a bird the size of...
Peace within
Peace, if only for a little while
Voices from the past
There are sounds beneath me Beyond my reach Outside of where I want to be...
One Morning
it is 5 a.m. the dark room is still the air is sweet with you
(Im)Purity
"Oh Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet." - Saint Augustine No, not yet, not today Today I want to take you in my arms and plant kisses of fire on your neck
So many walls
Every time I think I’ve smashed them all I find another fortress