strangely, i know how this will all end.
my ambition is terrible. a terrible love affair. and where are you? blooming...– myself
..and then suddenly, it happens with no warning, unannounced and spiraling.
i push harder everyday. approaching my shadow with bones, a needle and thread....
morning looms, holding my soul.
it’s difficult to go beyond the immediate…a challenge. and i am...– myself
stunning the solid road, with a dash and glimmer. my marbled banquet and feet...– myself