barefooting

she, she’s just a picture and the reason is so small she and i, we could’ve built home but she’s just a picture, and four walls don’t make home how i dream they could how i day-dream and night-scream for Mercy’s Song, to come tip my prideful chest so that i can finally get on my knees, and beg for mercy, in song because though she’s just a picture and her dimensions so small she’s big! she only responds to song how i loved that how she loved song, and smiled tall, and danced corners away yet felt like home how we curved and felt like song she and i,…

iMessage

what land animals write when they try to foreget the sea

vitamin C

to my past loves

sugar man