Wood Blades. February 13, 2012 I was aware of your wood parade. I had heard instances uttered in the dark beside slightly shifting footsteps and dry-throat-yawns. This was your assembly, but I wasn’t to know – the depth of you, upon the hole of my world.
Invisible. December 26, 2011 “When I was younger, I used to think it would be cool to be invisible. Now, I count the sensation amongst the saddest I have experienced.” ( November 2011 )