When busy painting
I often use a language that's misunderstood...
HI! I’M HERMIT THE CRAB!
I was born shortly after a Storm, in a snug hole I...
In once green fields the larks no longer sing,
Nor rise the owls to meet the waxing moon...
2014-03-13 03:09 AM
When I die...
A letter that
illustrates not...
With her back to me a woman sat alone
Around her an aura of sadness and pain...
I know
just how to push...
I thought you was different
even though you told me the same...
My eyes -
They're swelling...
In the end the sky was
an enigma to myself...
I'll abort you,
right here...
Today might be hectic
bursting with announcements...