Posted on March 2, 2015March 2, 2015whisperlight touches… The crawlspace behind my heart echoes each moan I make for you.
Posted on September 18, 2013September 24, 2013tested, by the force of the tempest… I walk slowly to myself, through a forest of empty suits of armour. – Tomas Tranströmer –
Posted on December 30, 2012her wonders… I watch the sun rise: I wonder how you will feel. I wonder what you will think. I wonder if anything will remind you of me… what might mirror back to you. I watch the moon rise: I wonder if you will have the courage to tell me.