Did you ever see the world upside down? You tilt your head backwards and stretch it back, back, back until your neck feels like it will snap any moment and that's when you notice the view. The view makes you gasp everything looks surreal and wrong like a morning dream where you know you are... Continue Reading →
What a waste it would be To fall in love And not write pages Upon pages Of poetry To have a muse But fill no museums With art To not have your sleeves turn red From your bleeding heart. That would be more tragic Than to never fall in love at all. But here I... Continue Reading →
Some nights you can feel all the oceans and mountains and hot burning stars inside your head surging and quaking and pulsing to break free and explode and fall onto the pages of an unwritten book or into the nearly empty glass of life by your bedside that's tired of holding a void for so... Continue Reading →
The abstract art formed by fallen hair on white shining tiles. The dragons and castles made of white clouds in afternoon skies. The dancing figures made of water blobs on a green bathroom floor. All the accidental art in every corner of the universe waiting in ambush to take my breath away. And yet all... Continue Reading →
You are like sitting by a campfire in the darkest of nights and the softest of breezes. As warm as I could get yet not warm enough. And as I slowly drown in this cosiness i know i can never get too close without burning myself.