“Even this eternity will meet its end, and the world shall wait  For another, and another, and another. The end is forever.”

“Etched in the fading hues and worn paths of ancient roads,

Marking the passage to memory's embrace.”

your eyes wander to their new leaves

curling at the sky -

110 emblazoned to the left of the screen,

you search for truth in their cycles but

We share the same affliction, him and I.

Tell me your pretty name so I might write you a portrait.

No hour shall be forgotten

And no sinner shall weep.

I don’t want one thousand words | Screaming at a black hole.

To be human, is to be a supermarket stroller.

a vastness of ocean

half of me belongs squatting on plastic stools

I ate oranges and didn’t know they tasted like sunset from Castle Hill.

You move through the grain of closed eyes, calling through the undergrowth of my body.

people watching. i peer ruthlessly from behind my darkened eyes. observing and absorbing like film.