The wind blows. My mind follows it. Winter tags along and I've become solid.
History repeats itself, and I change with it. We are not partners, we only work off eachother.
I'm crawling through darkness. Its creeping up by my side. Its falling off the walls. Its telling tall tales. I listen. I comprehend. It tells me of its love and the world around us.
the grass grows. my blood flows. its tainted. its leaking through my eyes showing signs of no stopping.
paper rustles. words words words. sentences unfinished. words misplaced. periods after commas. passive voice. active voice. your writing the wrong way. tell me a story.
voices flow through telephone cables. storms blow over. waters rise and dip like the dripping liquid that youve created in your dreams. it never overcomes you. talented.











random thoughts.