All Good Things Have To End
Little by little, I learn to not fear death For life is a gift spent — With those you love…
Beautiful?
to make something— truly beautiful, has to be from a place significantly dark. One doesn’t know beauty until they’ve seen…
Come Back to Ground
Present, but not here. Don’t stop talking to me even if I haven’t been listening. A song— somewhere I want…
On the Table
Everything is laid on a table— one I cannot touch. The juiciest of grapes, a toothache cake. My hand hovers,…