Poetry on nature and experience

❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014