Just my thoughts
None of these will make sense, and I don't want them to. This is not poetry, this is me trying to make sense to myself.
None of these will make sense, and I don't want them to. This is not poetry, this is me trying to make sense to myself.
a philosophical midnight pilgrimage through elusive facets of feeling & healing
"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
you're responsible for your rose, and for me, and i wish i didn't love the sunset so much. fuck.
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017