Dress in every shade of green that was ever meant to Exist from yellow to blue.
From Yellow to Blue
One Road
There must come a point when I might become my own.
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. II
...and yet... There is something to behold. Something you least anticipated. Something... forgetive
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes
Cut Roses
I've lived with//Vicariously numb fingertips//I have sat//In surrogate silence//This life is mine to save//Leaving cut roses on your grave
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. XI: The Middle
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
Peaces in Tow
Ever anon it goes the ineffectual prose of things you'll never know just living a life in tow
Hearing the Stars, Pt. II: But the Silence
They were and I was, and altogether united and altogether separated, we were.
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
December Rose 