…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.
Category: love
between my ears
It’s all gone to hell.
Believe
There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
CLARIFY
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
Rightly So
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
dead me, dead you
This can’t bode well, can it?
