time zones
time has stopped it is 7:30 not my time hers the simple math makes her older the experience makes me younger what we feel makes us eternal
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
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