These last few calories, they take what I cannot give, and the windlicks the sweat from my skin. I do not consent, but so it is with nature.
I gasp, lost memories just transcended my mind, and I move around withmouth drinking my last breaths, attempting to recapture the epiphanyof the recent past..
For Pi Day Today/To Eat and Park With A Friend/Ate More Than My Fill
The home has roots, the wind beats its retreat to the corners of my realm.The garden in back is very pretty, as I pretend to be duke.The sky is warm…
A chair. My eyes move open, the sound of ten thousand raindrops, beads moving across a table, pearls or cheap gems, their surface carelessly…
