Only love is all maroon gluey feathers on a flume sky is womb and she is the moon.

I miss everything about the first time I was there. I'm more than glad Summer is approaching. Spring is here and I just want to ride my bike with someone. Lately I've felt more alone than ever being blind sighted by inner battles. Burying everything Alive like my favorite book of poems. I'm going to start throwing myself into art even more so than before.