Listen, quiet, still

there is emptiness crossings on corners she is draining down her eyes on green wave truths scratched from the dirt his false shadow, painted skin listen, quiet, still blood becomes a time bomb she is stardust she is earth old and broken down ghosts of factories the folding skeletons of past on fire transportation for … Continue reading Listen, quiet, still

take your dirty hands off my mirror

sun shines summer comes again it's been 3 years and i don't feel a thing like i should like i could take that thought out of mind and then we will all be fine some day some day they say after this we will be fine again when we return the sun sets and day … Continue reading take your dirty hands off my mirror