Me-lanin
wind.

As I grow older, I must say: the truths about humanity — they’ve made my hope run colder. What do you do when black and white is a room...

if you were a sculpture trapped in the walls of a gallery i’d cross my legs and behold you study you perceive you in every imaginable way...

You're on my left I'm on your right and my God, what a blessing it is  to share and breathe the same air to see the same silly clothing...

It’s twenty-five,  and my eyes are heavier,  my heart fuller,  my pockets emptier. My mind wanders,  lost in a forest of permanence. ...

Yesterday, I felt old. I felt bitterness towards the set  of cruel chapters I've had to scream through to see 'the light at the end of...

I burned my toast. Burned it again. But this time, I refuse to eat it. Last week, I chewed my last piece of charred toast, and didn’t...

you're over there and i'm over here but my God wouldn't it be a blessing to share the same air to see the same silly mirror in the same...

all spoken much unspoken untouched unremarkable to the world unseen unsure but completely drawn drawn, are two souls as light to the sun...

i feel the dark creep in on it’s gruesome legs with its distorted face turned away from me it starts at my fingers scratching gently and...

i love an imaginary being and i love him deeply it’s a sea of love that i carry for him but buckets are handed out to those who haven’t...