I like words. I like dogs. I like to travel. I'm into outdoor adventuring, behavior analysis, linguistics, and Netflix-binging.
Projected affection the mind’s conjured up protection. Wishing meets wanting and having equates holding. control can’t convince us
'Til We Meet Again
What can seconds mean now? As they are now spent alone. Now I sleep just a slave to my rapture; and I am left obsessively dreaming of you.
For My Angel Mother
To dissect the heart of a mother is to find particles of grace. As the chest is opened up angel wings unfurl like gentle lace.
Past Violent, Only Violet Now
Past violent, only violet now, the lavender lies we lay. Forgotten is the fight and our fists remain buried; we realize the Earth may never be home again.
I must oblige the tempest. I must sail the pernicious winds. I will exhale all that lives And inhale my bloody sins.
Why the Lover Is Lonely
When it flies, it soars. When it dies, it’s stale. We converse and pick apart. We reverse and return to old ways. Becoming
Why I Don't Believe in Dictionaries
Why I don't believe in dictionaries: Home /hōm/ noun 1. A place of comfort and retreat. 2. Where one belongs. Love
Long Live the American Dream
Stories are born between the walls, behind the window panes. But people are made in this jungle. Atop the towers, amidst the clouds,