I always appear to be roaming,
though sometimes the world in front of me...

I think these days it is too simple
to fall into blame, cursing our life...

"It's good that you love so profoundly. You...

My dried eyes wake to pronounced silence
permeating the atmosphere with a dead song...

What I miss the most
is finally feeling safe enough...

If only I was your child, who dreamed
for morning stars to trail along midnight's...

Half of me wishes
it could have softer skin...

What happened to us? Did the storms blow us too...
Let's be honest in this battlefield of love...

We small hobbits of the Shire ride
across narrow roads and valleys of wide...

We check out humans like they are library books,
browsing past their skin with retinas made for...

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How can I feel the need for pain...

I was laughing along with the
receptionist as I usually do, new...