Lose yourself in the fog,
the pacing of the waves
on ancient volcanic rock,
blind to urgent futures.
Distance becomes misty
between craggy cliffs,
scrubbing at the shores
—highest tides in the world.
Heal in this suspended time,
in the cool breeze
and eerie silence.
I write when I’m sad, or angry, or anxious, or alone. I hope I find someone that makes me feel like not […]
Whenever I tune my guitar, You. Whenever I look at the stars, You, My heart is scarred Threw My vision blurred […]
Look in the mirror and put on your face. Some waterproof mascara frames each eye because you must be prepared just in […]
subsequent to a sustained sleep during which the wind whines and the trees weep, morning has decisively arrived. from beneath darkness, the […]
