Forever Fallen Timber

I love you for the fleecy mountainsideof your faithful forearms;for the backwards rollercoaster ride,in your eyes, my lucky charms.

Progression of a Flame

It Ain’t Enough

The man without a mask bent his face towards the flame. “We hereby sentence you to burning lips as a … More

Ablaze

Just a breath,a friction,from these we all begin.A flighty figmentfeelingrising from within. And if our sparks connect,bumping in the dark.We … More