I've been building castles
in the chambers of a red sea...
Sun burns with sunsets,
slithering lights wither...
at midnight,
i want to tip toe my way...
One was imploring
for forgiveness for the crime...
Like waves
that retreat and climb...
May I tag along as a ghost?
I have no place to reside...
crumple this up after you're done reading
because honesty is a beast in drunken stupor...
hand-picked wildflowers stamped into the letters
you’d rattle off, were easily one of my...
The gales howled down
out of my house...
Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...
The rambling inside you continued,
while you sat in that square room...
“your clavicle is the horizon
I always swim towards...