To be A stranger To my own Mess.


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.


I was a fool to believe again, To believe at all And always for another, To fight against the end […]

And then, All the Succulents Drowned.

The what that I will Believe For you.

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One time, I ran from myself For so long, I forgot who I was running from, And who I was […]

My hopeful has interceded, Receded in a mounting field Filled of crimsons soft, Now to Burn me off.

As a searing endearing exchange, Had become a cumbersome distance Would so I become then accompanied, Even accustomed to the […]