Stillness benumbs foment//We fear the wintry peace
A Fallen Ambassade
The pen rests on the page - a fallen ambassade...
I think I'll just rest my eyes for a bit...
What if I just sit here. What am I worth then?
Spaces Between Your Fingers
You will be glad for the brief time you spent with spaces between your fingers.
Welcome To Stay
My Love, if you read this someday just know I might not be okay but you are always welcome to stay.
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