BLINDING LIGHT

Blanket light, blinding in the back seat, not all light is light, the sun can burn through its beauty, the mind can tear through its thoughts as wheels will themselves across these bridges, feet too far from the ground to feel its gravity, we build our own graves along these roadside reveries. Blanket light, burning […]

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HOOKED

  Time washes onwards but I recall each wave I welcomed over body like a cover of comfort like a blanket of trust, a surrender to the water warm, deep breath and dive without drowning, I recall each wave but forget how far it swept from the shore,   how it left each time with […]

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