A flickering light puts out a message as moths fall

6 W’s

WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails

Beautiful & Ugly

Everything is good and what I’ve dreamed
Everything is wrong and not what we ever dreamed

Burnt Rope

Hands from your abyss sharpened its blade

Cut its last thread clinging to the edge


You are not responsible for the angry choices of others, only your own.