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knoll.
i’m sitting at the back of the bus. and i’m feeling good today. i can taste smoke on my lips. but it’s menthol so it doesn’t count right? and every so often i drift off and start thinking about things … Continue reading
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water pot.
i’ve finished my art for the evening. i’ve sent lyrics in texts. there’s two photo albums open. and my memory box’s lid is lying by it’s side. exposing the contents from inside. the pompom from your hat. the birthday card … Continue reading
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carrot cake.
it’s that episode. the one where he says the wrong name. she didn’t even need to tell him she loved him. he said her name anyway. and it doesn’t matter how many times i’ve seen it, i still always draw … Continue reading
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frill.
i’m having conversations via text and online. one in german too. one leg’s under the other. and i’m in front of the fire too. two lovehearts left. purple. neither relevant. both taste different. last night i felt wrong. just wrong. … Continue reading
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legs.
sometimes i wish for falling, wish for the release, wish for falling through the air to give me some relief, because falling’s not the problem, when i’m falling i’m at peace, it’s only when i hit the ground it causes … Continue reading
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