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a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

Smudged Ink

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

Contrast

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

zero

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...

collarbones

It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]

u s e r n a m e

"i miss you." © 2016

city lights

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...

bad blood

what's an adventure without a little bad blood?

5:48 [re-write 2.0]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021