I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…

I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.

I’m hesitant, a little anxious and KINDA NERVOUS. I haven’t talked to anybody at all this week

Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,

Fire and Water sensations rinses and rises as a dutiful procedure. Felt within,

The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu… My friends and I are celebrated i…

Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.

I have something to say about deci… if I were to make them all the time, might find a certain sense of resolute truth. The mind wanders to and fro,

What is a name? Glorified ticket to fame? Or something else entirely? Are you a fallen tree in the fores… or are you a pair of ragged claws

It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.

Between... You and Me... a love so grand won’t you understand The Stars

Remember when shots were stolen, foreign dreams left melted in the chamber. Left fulfilled

There is no other, no mother, no father, Only you and me Between the shade, of the house we made,