It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
There Will Be Peace
Where there is depth, there shall be naught, and where we wade in the shallows - there will be peace.
The Air Around Your Lungs
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
Okay, Fine. I’m Writing a Book. Send Help.
I want to have the book fully written (not edited, just written) by the end of November, at the very latest. The title of the book is 2203.
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
Lover-Mine
She knows my most vicious demons yet refuses to abandon me...
Given, Taken
I wish to give my heart to joy
A Hopeful Breath
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
A Wrinkled Letter
Now my words look in the mirror and see my heart standing there. Naked, ashamed, but so sure - this is all I've left to bear.
