We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Sticky Notes
I'll gather them all in a crumpled pile and watch as they writhe and convulse beneath the flame. Suddenly, they are gone. It's tragic that I can't do the same.
Unable to Move for All the Best Reasons
Some time around noon, you'll give me a call//Rolling around, laughing, and together//We'll fall
