Every kissAn unfamiliar place sitsSinking in my heart of abyssJust how long will it be this? What does “love” mean Boiling floodsFloating mudslides Bone breaking hugsGhosts trapped in breaths A reason to stay aliveA reason I don’t want What does it...

Called and Chosen: Sometimes the Pit   Contorted dungeon, depths of creviced cracks, such minded designs – Madness as find. Somewhere/somehow, everything is fine. Such a wild wilderness, that comes to mind. We saw the future in the melting verdure – Following the signs, we went ever...