Continued… Alayna came back. She was to be my first appointment that morning and throughout the night before at home in bed, I thought about her. All of her. Her feel, her taste, and that spark of a crush. A...

I was sick of it now I'm done with it tired of the rush, rush, rush I've given enough to people who are lazy fucks outrageous expectations working 7 days a week they act like I'm a machine one that doesn't get weak and tired, frustrated, angry asking me...

“winter palette"Winter leans inwith a painter’s restraint,lifting soft bluesfrom the frost’s first breath,letting tree‑shadows sketchsilver across the ground.Branches rise like quiet script,each stroke a reminderthat pared‑back beautyasks only to be seen..

dreadful need in the crevices of the soul, cravewith an ache so great as to make me bleedMidnight approaches and brings with him shadows that covetamong the faces I see youpeering deeply into my eyesconnecting with the witch withinVulnerability...