My internal time woke me earlier than I had hoped, as it often does. I lay here; I fuel a petty fire by concerning myself with worlds and words and lives that are not my own. Sometimes I wish it were all a little easier- sometimes I trick myself into believing that the winds would shift while I slumber, that I’d open my eyes to see a simplified life. Though I suppose If it were that easy, we...
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and...
In lieu of this evening.
You watched the sky with kaleidoscopic eyes Howling out right to the...