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
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…
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
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.
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
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...
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
