We are our ands, withs, togethers.


We are our ands, withs, togethers.

Blinking but a whisper
Whispers lost.

The onomatopoeia
Singing misery, decimation
The sense of sensation

She was born of a big bang, trials and meteors blazed as time enveloped her. The anatomy of her galaxies flexed and defined, found forms and transformed. Shooting stars and gaping black holes ate matter, a retrovirus desirous.

Drowning in the cement sea
Docile and Dormant my visage be
Dreary and Weary Streets passed by
Daring people to look me in the eye.

Have you heard the tale told?
Of a princess brave and bold.

My mystery is not done I don’t know where I’ve gone for I have been missplaced you see Am I […]

He had the love He had the passion He had the world But He couldn’t shake it He knew there […]