Wednesday, April 18, 2012

You're weighed down, You're full of something.



I am the immeasurable potential

of all that was, is, & will be,

& my desires are like seeds left in the ground:

they wait for the right season

& then spontaneously manifest

into beautiful flowers & mighty trees,

into enchanted gardens & majestic forests.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Scar


I know you’re trying to forget
But between the drinks and subtle things
The holes in my apologies, you know
I’m trying hard to take it back
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I’ll carry you home

. t o n i g h t .