The Echoes of Goodbye
The green translucent window from which I view the world is also my prison, confining me to a rather nauseating
A Utopian Fable
I’m not afraid of death. I mean, no one is. In a perfect world, why would you be? The city
Utopia Haiku
A life made of cardsOne, two touches and it’s overSuch is perfection.
Shadow
I am a beingDevoid of light156 long monthsfollowing someoneWho has everythingI do not. I’m a constant silhouette.A teller of timeOr
Wabi Sabi
I am out tonight putting together fragments of myselfIn an effort to attain you, perfection. I know that you are
Whispers on the Ground
Your eyes widen.“Five times a day?!”It’s not like I haven’t heard this before.Yes, I tell you.But what I don’t say