I gave you my sky, you gave me your words. 
Where are we to go from here?

For the first time, I want someone to know all of me.

two.
I’m dreaming of the expanse of the Atlantic and you arching over it.  Is it as dependable as we imagine?  Would the dark waves deliver the jetsam I wish to send to your opposite shores?

three.
Strange, it’s true, but I thought my secrets would return different echoes.

four.
Which parts caught you off your guard?  The fact that we ( Read more... )

Why is it that those who have no weighted chains are the most confined? They are the ones who should be free to shake and rumble! 
 Crossing lines and borders only stretches those strings that are meant to keep you fixed. You make impressions upon the place, wind yourself around poles, and then leave for the next destination. It’ll make for an ( Read more... )

You are asking me to uncork these weathered bottles, darkened by the grit and oily trail smeared by the struggling gremlins that I’ve forced inside.

You are asking me to delve into my most private insides and extract the debris left by the disastrous train wrecks that I’ve managed to hide behind kidneys and weave between ribs, so you may feel less ( Read more... )

Sometimes, the main reason I don't clear the clutter off my bed at night is because I don't want it to feel empty.

[Lament!]
Their stones imposed their graces upon him, while he inflicted his reaching silhouette on my most sacred space.

In the quietest of places where only flowers wither and hills decline, his voice violated its silence, my silence.  His wretched sound was far from sweet.

Not everyone finds solace in speech, Sir!, these memories aren't yours to ( Read more... )