I drowned in the evils of the netherworld.

In these times I lived in a world of naivety. As though there would be no tomorrow & yesterday never existed.

Happiness made of plastic, overly dramatic.

I've become my own foe. Everyone's a little psycho.

A painted house with mismatched shingles, starry ceilings hovering over too many memories.

Sometimes someone can be in your life for even a brief moment & affect you more profoundly than someone you've known all your life.

Merging & courting with incestuous turmoil.

Quotes scream deep into my ears, their beauty distracting me from my tedious task of storing a million ideas in a poor memory.

With your own two hands for a miracle sieve.

 I could spin verse after verse about summer days & the daffodils that could jut from behind your ribcage as if through ivory porch steps.