i miss the words, but not the pain i miss the paper that cut my skin but bandaged memories i miss laying in a tangle of sheets and pen...

I feel sad for the little girl who had so much motivation and will, she loved being alive, she loved flying and dancing, she didnt hate...

smile, why does the child crawl slowly though a forest path? his body malnourished and young, his mind unsculpted and preyed upon, his...

In a dark theater the chairs but ghosts, and unborn children line the walls we hold tightly to the hands of impossible lovers, we smile...

little boy, with a smile unpaid for little boy, held and careless and cruel and beautiful i was once with you under smoke, and the lights...