Between the Will and Attention
The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...
Read MoreThe mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...
Read MoreWhen I’m concealed inside a rose, I’m mesmerized by dew. Butterflies touch my nose. I’m the blood...
Read MoreCrème caramel, delight astray, after a glaze touches our way, we’re distracted by its glitter....
Read MoreIt’s all for grabs, we’re all in traps, the uncivilized are book-eating leaves who quaff as beasts...
Read MoreFreedom means nothing unless you’re dimmed, you’re lowered to the beast until lightless you’re...
Read MoreI’m at the entrance of grief where even nightmares weep, children fit in boxes stacked until...
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