The Art of Not Giving a Fuck

10.10.17 I place emphasis on every little thing; looking forward to the meaning it will bring. Another day comes, another day goes. The sun still rises, the wind still blows. sip a frosty glass of wine, to down the crap of given time. So many wasted hours, so many hazy feels. Forgive myself for wrong…

The Visit

3.25.16 The city cold grasps onto the sunbeams of your exotic skin. clenching onto your teeth, tugging at the hair rooted in your mocha arms. a forced encounter with the parting season; I substitute for the coat your forgot to bring. You rest your head on the hills of my chest as I coo you…