Sometimes it etches

Sometimes it etchesit can only come through certain meansa word that’s embedded in nonsensein lines that aren’t continuousin languages unspokenbody parts unseen In flickers of candle lights at nightwhen one’s alone in the darkin blistering pain, hungerfrustration, exhaustion, boredomin the pain of a headachewhen one wants to dance but one can’t in the right placeContinue reading “Sometimes it etches”

I just feel you

L is not for the way you look at meo is for everything that’s not mewoe is meb is for everything beautiful outside of my realmno need to search for it deep in my eyesit takes a million years to get there, and to see ithiding behind all this is beautybehind the barricade of lipsthatContinue reading “I just feel you”