sentimentality, repetion, making things too: eh.
I’m afraid that I’ve gotten
too accustomed to not having
anything I am accountable for.
Everything in essence is the same,
and if you look at the globe
in a certain light it looks only like glass,
a transparency one would have never known.
the only one to remember
the minute details of a memory
Did I confuse you — I am talking about when I didn’t say anything, but the sun’s rays tinted the … More
When the evening-taker comes to start the day, or you might call it your activities-space. In my mind tunnel, I … More
What it came down to was that more trees were needed; the back yard looked rather dull; it was lacking … More
Whenever it is that feelings get in the way of removing oneself from the trauma of the now, information itself … More