I am all broken bones and fragility

But I would fight for you

The Watchman sits in a room with billions of clocks

High and mighty preying on the average life

Sunken bellies populated the land,

Searching for buried sustenance.

I still look back on it, during those nights when the skies are rough and i toss and turn as i’m tossed and turned about the cabin.

I’m going to finish the story this time, Haunt. Please don’t interrupt me.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk, Ms. Smith. I won’t take long.”

little crumbs of romance

i take a bath to drown the world out

When I depart do not cry

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.