never dreamt of a home a house to store my things a box of possessions possessed by the need to possess. all i need is a roof a charger and a good connection to the aether. the rest is superfluous. i long to paint the sunsets to pretend they are sunrises. lose sense of self […]

i don’t have the luxury of being self righteous i don’t have the means to being regular righteous i have a tongue that carves as well as thoughts that pierce yet inflicting pain is the last thing i wish to do but it is on the list written in blood underlined five or six times

all that remains of the evening are adding water to the coffee pot the hopes of dreaming of her smile and writing poems for the other side of the world as i sleep the main issue is the coffee still needs to be brewed the dreams are not certain and do i really want to […]