the river of night

the river of night there is nothing true only the memories cloud your eyes  

2014 and a new life

on being in love and the ghost memory

the sweetest wet dream

even though trying to forget i keep thinking about the fuck forest where we used to go make love 

the cocoon forest and the end of an affair

woke up in darkness visited the place we used to go alone we called it the cocoon forest because you couldn't breath there i think i'm letting you go

innocence is hell

i was in a drowsy dreamy state for a week slept through a bunch of strange dreams of the dead friends and lovers from the past the dead ones talked in clear voices the lovers attempted to make love to me but couldn't being feverish oddly peaceful and content woke up and heard your crying voice over the phone sorry for breaking everything i touched