Cattails slow dance as
the sun gently dips into...

Lack of sleep
has become the only...

I've built sculptures
out of daydreams...

On one November day,
when the furnace lacked...

The ghosts of yesterday
continue to roam through...

I circled love
around and around...

Ink bleeds from the corners
of her mouth and dribbles...

I want to ruin you...

Perhaps some day
I'll crawl back...

Beneath the skin of the Earth,
there are scars on the walls...

May balances between
an array of jaune sunrises...

If miles
were minutes...