hey, your secret world’s showing.
there’s something so mesmerizing about ironing silk. like touching the surface of water with heat.
one night I’ll kiss light and avoid dreams of the scampering petty and lost.
Sense and place dissolve, present, past and future run into new shapes like...
My love is not lazy.
Detoxification is tough in this whole society business. Doesn’t make it any less appealing. Doesn’t make it any less necessary. And certainly doesn’t hold me back from it.
There are women in Genoa whose smile I loved for an entire morning. I shall...
My vice is late nights.
Lust - Because by not doing it you’re betraying yourself.
wish I could hug you and hold you and tell stupid stories about how my youth...