You’re staring into space
it must be black, I think,
black and full of swirly
I want to ask you what you’re thinking
but I won’t.
Sometimes I sit at my desk and imagine you on my bed lying on your stomach reading a book. I […]
So this is what the end looks like, an ancient mattress on the floor, a yellowed towel, sweaty sheets, floorboards […]
The heat arrived and a weight left me I parked up my ideas covered them in words all kinds of […]