Hallowed, empty. I feel like those stick figures children draw. A body with no mass. Just an outline. I can't contain or be contained. My mind seems to wander to your face when I'm lonely. Almost as if it gave lonely a face. Is it your sad eyes, or the way you shut yourself down … Continue reading You


i don’t have time

1am birds are gone. doors stopped singing. passersby took their bags and went to another station. i am lonely. there’s a windmill wildly spinning in my head and time has no feet to run 3am time gets tighter on my wrist my fatigued body stands behind the window for a long time that black veil, … Continue reading i don’t have time