"… not our
@1 day ago with 112 notes
desire hissing Tell me
that I may understand
"But the dream
@2 days ago with 61 notes
is only the flitting costume of one moment,
is spent in one beat
of the darkness,
and falls at our feet, cast off
as the day stirs and sails away with us."
"And my song needs to breathe: poetry isn’t poetry
@2 days ago with 136 notes
and prose isn’t prose. I dreamt that you are the last of what god told me
when I saw you both in my sleep, then there were words…"