Listless and lost, I am left powerless to old age and a generation that burdens my existence.

686

November 19, 2014 0

Let the dust fill you, let the smoke be your meal. In the dark, on empty, everything becomes real.

Penmanship 003

November 19, 2014 0

Cross the bridge with me and I’ll take you home.

Penmanship 002

November 18, 2014 0

682. For the all the colourful flowers that grew out of darkness- and to all the poisonous weeds I snipped at their roots.

November 17, 2014 0

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