Animals outside my window. Bold as joining in flight. By the wind flying. Communicating as only animals can do. Listen. Mating rituals abound. Hammer the trureality. Burlap. I feel the years go by. Too many raptures. Too many I could have. And like all these animals being natural just because. I fee...

On my own inhibitions, I struggled to come forth; out of my shell, I feel as though, existence casts a blind eye towards, Ignorance. The morning I left, I couldn’t find a phone; no way to call you, or dial a sense to your mind, I interrupted the painting of gloom, to claim this as my own. Around my ...