it is the barbarian who weeps to the moon that it looks so lonely whereas the city crashed into the hills like a flame burning all around contents itself with choking the night into corners where sex can mix unseen for as long as the shadows have no story the light will always tell too … Continue reading
all life comes from water which is why when wet we wrinkle and prune for we are the stuff of the ancients * there’s a way to believe oneself i just believe that i believed it away * what you need to know about what you need is all you need to know about all … Continue reading