Someday the landscape around me will too match the landscape growing deep inside
Bold Adventure
One Who Simply Is Not
I cannot tell if the storm is coming, or if it passed long ago...
I Will Do This Someday
What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
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...
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
It’s Pouring – Revisited
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
Fine.
So I'll just tell you plainly, the smile is fake. So I'll replace it with a stiff upper lip and braced eyes. I'll be indifferent, if complacent, but faking's not fine.
December Rose 