Thoughts about innocent cravings of proximity
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I needed to find a passion to write about
Where do you find solace? Within a cup of tea? Where do others find solace?
i am supposed to be.... something else (but i never will be) / i am waiting, still, for her.
A voiced thought from what others have told me with their eyes, and from my never untangling mind.
His thoughts on a late night of summer.
The world is so lame in your eyes. Unlike in mine.
It is time for me to live
When I say I'm one thing, often people think the other...