-
It was a perfect choice...

Right now, I would rather be furious,
be the percussion that storms ally with...

I hang a bulb
off my ceiling fan...

[I]
I am too young to feel this aged, time slowly...

Mary Alice,
you remain a mystery unseen...

-
humans talked storybook selves...

Just smile,
he'd never hit you...

Jazz,
classy...

I wonder if Earth grieves the
same way souls do...

The shiniest objects catch the sunlight. They...
But these golden treasures cast a swallowing hole...

Dancing
without feeling...

Sighing heavily with relief as I climb into bed,
A good night's sleep awaits me, finally arriving...