My photo in a mirror, Turned the page Of which to be, And who in me To Adore.


My photo in a mirror, Turned the page Of which to be, And who in me To Adore.
Indecision marathons, Have too many tracks To run.

The reaching hand, Has resurrected Shadow’s ink, To write a man Into disruption’s Think.

North of tomorrow, And south of the past My eyes are as open, As they are When I saw You […]

To be A stranger To my own Mess.

Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.

When you are Apartment hunting, Who is hunting You?


An agreement of A meeting for Will cut the Every bond To build its wall Without a door And open […]