It's not the bite of the
wind or the regret...

I miss you like this is all there is - the desire...
Every morning, I want to say everything to you...

I don’t remember much of last year
(except hospitals and hardships...

Whispers behind the wall hinge
themselves to skin cells like...

My classmate across the psychology room
finally spoke up...

staring at my coffee cup,
flies begin to gather...

Fly from this earth,
that's what she crossed her fingers for...

I hid under a reverberating seashell
while you scratched your defected fists...

Strong, dark brown legs
speaking to the floors...

One month
It's October already...

Can lungs...

I have always been concerned with my health habits
like what I inhale and the choices I stoop over...