Scouring the floor, searching for something spiritually more...
dirty dottle
Tag: Poetry
Poetry
devour
We mustn’t wait for it to pile up on our plate...
Don’t Delay!
Today, is the first day of the rest of your life…
Heavy Eyes
My eyes get heavy as I pause and think.
Un Titere
I must cut the lines with a knife
and purge a part of you from my life
