i am experienced and
i am an anomaly of distracted stars.
settled and crippled and delusional
in your logic. ropes across our
foreheads and plastic dreams
are worth it no more.
subject me in your verbs;
i live better this way.
grieving greif
bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...
