2018

the real subtle art of not giving a fuck

i really don’t like stroganoff

my heart must be made of stone
but it wonders how long it has to pretend to be an ice cream cone

another draft, wcis

this is not fun.

The Unknown

one person will read this,
thanks.

winter sunsets

i come prepared.

proclivity

my mama always told me i should douse my own home before anyone else’s

here we go again

truth in volume

wishes

hold my heart

zones

here in this room

flowers

There was never any definition for reality