My heart is a quiet riot. Burning in water, Drowning in flames. It’s a chained storm door Sheltering you from the rain. Continue reading
There are specific dates and moments burned into my memory. Those memories carry you with me everywhere I go. No one will ever know about the bluebird in my heart. Continue reading
Bukowski, He takes it to the head And pours his heart right out Then, he rips yours from your chest I’ve always wanted to be more heart than mind More soul than body Bukowski is the epitome of soul and what it means to be human “I do not have time for things that have… Continue reading
– I am an ancient soul, in a modern body, with a futuristic state of mind.#SYLM
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