1.21.20b

Your assumptions of who I am, what I am and why I am the way I am, have nothing to do with me. You want answers ask more questions and be satisfied with what you get or fuck off entirely.

1.21.20

Distance Is not a factor. Closeness Has no correlation to initmacy. Kilometres from kin-- Irrelevant. You are simply Filled with excuses Not to see me.

12.06.19

We fall back into old routines With the same affection and uncertainty. Forgetful, Distracted by the lure of love; Behind our eyes, A dozen unanswered questions.

10.17.19

Speak them into existence And they will haunt the air. Ghouls or goals? Your tongue A pointed wand, your words, magic So think before you speak.

8.27.19

Hopeless romantics Cling to connection Like baguettes and bike rides, or Late nights laying in the park-- Gazing golly and glee-- The stars tell stories To the eyes that gaze upon them.

8.13.19

A wife by now Someone's by now Someone by now A life by now Something by now Somewhere by now. If not now, what now? --notes on existential dread

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