The Slowness Of Winter
When all the trees have dropped their fruit and larvae burrow through. When all the starlings bellies are full and pigs boozy breath mists in the air.
Words mean everything and nothing.
When all the trees have dropped their fruit and larvae burrow through. When all the starlings bellies are full and pigs boozy breath mists in the air.
Wheres the strength in choosing pleasure When the other choice is pain How can your worth be measured When there’s still so much to gain Wheres the point in passing judgement When there’s those who...
Heaven Forgive such lonely words Only a deity is immune from emotions so strong I have been left behind, parted from the herds I have been nothing for too long Only a dead man knows its short...
Tempting is the thought of warmth in the face of sour wind. Pushing through the air, thick with the microbial crystals of ice, breathing heavily and sharply inhaling feeling the chill I move through.
i feel like a thought faker, writing all the thoughts of another thought taker.