Month: January 2024

what happened to the ceasefire it rains again on your terms

laugh a little sing a little make tiny creatures you live a little each day

follow the trail of bodies what’s more depressing than a agnostic

winter dismantling what’s left of sunsets in my free time

drama in dharma class when a soul imploded from too much of patience

nirvana’s a dictatorship on steroids we’ve been lied to

cloud walk i’d like to postpone my rebirth please

along with the winter cat words too have been spirited away

night train i’ve learnt to ignore the faces in the fog

the fine line between abstinence and sin grey matter craves for artificial lights