This being human is equivalent to dusk; mad orange dancing on burnished metal […]
It’s nerve-racking. This constant push and pull where we desperately want things to […]
Like one drawn to cigarettes; sauntering down lane, am I to kiss, deepening […]
It’s a dangerous fruit; scarlet in its ambidexterity and artfulness, itching for something […]
Blooming buds know not devastation. Their roots forever explore the softness of mud […]