Aug 11, 2020
falling off pages beheld to rivers i talk in oasis to feel you in edges i speak to you at night a numbness i seem to hold too tight like your rope around my neck the ceiling at grasp i feel in a darkness one which feels…
Jul 29, 2020
It’s as if nothing makes sense until you’re sad.
Jun 30, 2020
Every day the world gets a little bit longer. The days feel a little bit somber. Nostalgia builds to understand my emotions as a child. It’s not a type of sadness. It’s bittersweet moments I cling to. It’s feelings I us…
May 28, 2020
I wind into to wind outward. We broke each other to build forward. Some say true love hurts while some say it doesn’t. I believe everything hurts and to hurt is to gain. You build from memories, you build from past mist…
May 27, 2020
The older I get the more I realize things I miss. Eyes, vibrations, touch, scent of memories. We take things for granted because they don’t mean anything in that specific moment. Yet moments build and meanings form, mem…
May 26, 2020
i’m slipping on lies of your mind your tongue tastes like cheap wine on a cold night and i’m tangoing in thought in a dark room with cold pictures twirling your fingers like your spine against mine it takes to breathe i…
May 1, 2020
i’m lying on ends of night twisting turns on beds that once felt nice i kissed the hands of many like wet malachite and i twirl in and out taking photos with my mind i’m lying in a coma and it seems all but right making…
Mar 27, 2020
I used to feel you in night. How the clouds touched the waves and the way you said alright. I still feel your hair, I still see you there. In corners of doorways, wandering to wander. It was never about you. It was neve…
Mar 26, 2020
Nostalgia hits because it was real. It was pure innocence of a moment. It wasn’t trying, it wasn’t based on ego. Nostalgic moments are times of existence when nothing truly mattered. It was you, your thoughts and yourse…
Mar 25, 2020
Depth runs as far as you allow it. You have the movement to control it. You have the ability to consume to it. I still remember how you spoke. I still feel the vibrations of how you held the door. It’s how you take it. …