morning commute

this morning sun is beautiful hits me fractured in my face as i race away from shoot up hill reminiscent of the Italian rays, hitting my holy city, and eternal light. cheeks are soft, beckoning me closer, this sleepy train, like our precious haze, an extension of our fingers, interlaced. . i see us in… Continue reading morning commute

i promise i wont hurt you

look over there please sir, beneath that pile of newspapers. do you see it? it's small so you have to be careful not to damage it. pry it out using only two of your gentlest fingers. be careful not to tear it. the material is fragile and yellowing from age. be careful not to dismember… Continue reading i promise i wont hurt you