Saturday, September 5, 2015

Give me new paper. Fresh, crisp
and smooth, so the ink
shall not run if I must write.

Monday, August 24, 2015


i think what i like about being part of a lie is that... you know what the lie is and what the truth is

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Maybe after all these years of understanding your silence
For once, I didn't get it
When you spoke.