You are not a dollar sign. Am I?
Not as sweet as anti freeze
The worst day in its own best way
How do you improve sleep when you’re not even conscious to do it?
Where is this longing going?
Art is an abstraction of identity, but alive nonetheless
Working to work again
What a privileged necessity it is to be able to choose to do better instead of simply always trying for more
Wax and wicks and wonders galore
Writing and then knowing someone will read it fills me with such an exquisite fear
Dreaming unconsciously is not my can of lucid worms
Tuesday’s are as the second weekday does
Nothing funny about hurting the ones you supposedly love
What a shame it is to let yourself down. But a blessing to be able to pick yourself back up
The alternate title was Infected Oil Duct but I liked this one more.
Softly blown about by infinite entropic breezes
Let’s get moving!
Letting the snake eat and write about itself
O, honey crisp apple, how do you hold such potential in every little seed?
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside