The butterflies dance lazily through the weeds Afternoon shines gold over the florets These moments are the only break From the grinding teeth of the machine    The patch of weeds I tend Surrounded by over-shaven lawns Dead lifeless lawns Dead restless people  Driving round Staring at their phones Searching...

I can see the eyes all around me.They littered the hallways.So I follow the string theory always. Our hearts went tick tock.Just like a clock so old,we run out of time.And devoted to one single heartbeat. For dreams and desires are...

Skin Hunger is a real thing — look it up. Our bodies keep a ledger of all the lips not kissed, of backs that go untouched and past a certain point the ledger expects a payment.Cortisol up,anxiety up, heart rate...