I trespass into the world beyond the living in this mindscape, i see him— a deep entanglement in a chasm of nothingness; faceless, he sits, he waits
There is no store to taste the cloud candy everyone have bought I want one too, even just a little bite of that fluffy sweet pink swirls you've indulged Perhaps, the fire destroyed the store and the water washed down the swirls
I was never the fruit you wanted to bear. I was never the fruit that you wanted to pick. Now the thought of you makes me angry.
Nothing ever remains unknown. We know this. Sooner or later, the winds will change with us, and us with it.
He’d seen it glint earlier when a shaft of light hit the open box.
They’re hanging like baubles full moon shapes in the snow frosty footballs of light and shade
And it will take bigger scales to weigh out the quantities we will need to survive.
I have to celebrate, devour, and create So many things in the longest but shortest period of calendar-time— Decide, plan, purchase, and make my Halloween costume;
Gazing on King Henry's corpse did we stand, Not a solider stood saluting, as his farewell shot, Satisfied faces stood there, no rose in the hand.
"Please do come to my home," Whispered the lonely spider To anyone who came by.
They paint magenta over black skies or pale blue over white clouds. Some painters dab their brushes in magenta skies others in clouds.
Believe in the miracles you can make. Don’t believe what they tell you.