you asymetrical thing, you I love you! you muddy stone well with the green grass, off the path you mademoisell…
Poetry
I met a stranger at a corner of my street. She said “Hey, there, yes, over here. Would you spare…
I sat in my room nervously scratching away at my fingernails. Chipped black nail polish forming 10 Rorschach tests readily…
To watch from a window, Is to see beauty in motion. To watch seasons come to and fro, Is to…