

unititled 4Sounds like: the persistent beat of eloquence perceived by a musical note laying unnoticed in the palm of your hand. Or possibly by the glass lense concealed within its case. Sounds like we all need something more. These words, they will not inter;fere with my thoughts. These words, will remain (idle)ly in my mind.unititled 4
Feels like: the air stale upon the windowsill perceived by a breath of wind circulating the empty street. Or possibly by the overcoat unaccompanied by life. Feels like we all need something more. These words, they will not inter;upt my thoughts. These words, will remain (idle)ly in your mind.


untitled 3i've been asleep most of my life dreams of moons and stars and sonic booms illuminating space between distant letters and dreams of youuntitled 3
light is a wave of my conscience a current that seems to radiate us i have spent so much time in these listless sentences i am weightless; i am dust