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Perhaps you shouldn’t have made mention that it’s been entirely way too long since I’ve written anything. The problem now is, I can’t stop putting the words to thought. Maybe it’ll mean you’ll spend hours trying to sit comfortably with me inside, just as I go along writing too much in one day. I can…

My 3am focus has always been the same, each time I curl up in bed to write the words again hoping the tiny light is dim enough. This hour sits and devours My attention, it’s always been My handsome hour when I can write about pretty things. Far from love-struck eyes, I can clearly see…

Today I saw her bones. There is a winter storm warning everyone tries not to worry, tonight the weather will change. There was a place  where we used to kiss, when she wore her favorite summer dress. Now, everything is being covered in snow by morning it’s sure to be covered and gone. This is…

With plain speak on my mind I still trip every time, I come across her words. Words that are dripping wet with expectation and want, the desire to please. There is this certain pulse and beat. It would be tragic if, we never made a duet a mixtape of our words, dancing and flirting with…

A Stolen Empire I The loud explosions were viscous against our building, it felt like the walls were going to collapse in and around us.   I could see shadowy figures running about in frantic chaos, just outside my tiny window. Everyone was screaming and I couldn’t help but flinch with each new wave. My…