As I clean myself I try not to use the word wife I try not to use the word snipper.
As I clean myself I try not to use the word hygge I try not to use the word insane.
If I give you my hand it’s also my arm ect.
Could I reach deep down inside myself pull out the glory?
the immensity of loneliness is an empty note with no words letterless hence it can not be read never spoken of it merely lingers as an infinite singularity in the heart of existence . I leaned my forehead against your cold brick wall evoking the soundless roars behind the curtains…
I was once asked how I knew I had fallen in love. ”Why, it was when every day became poetry,” I replied. How would it feel then, to live as if you were always in love? That’s what I experienced at the Sisters Academy. Nothing was an accident at the…