I sat in a spiderweb. Holding my coffee and unaware. A bright silver campsite floating up. All tentlines no tent and no stakes. I sat by the succulents. Full of their own thoughts. This morning it was cold in the shade. But the sun felt good on my legs. How our houses are like tents. How our peace is not held. How the sun feels nice on our legs. No one mows the hills here. The grass in wilted clumps shines green,.

Hello everyone, I have decided to take a break from blogging to pursue my university studies.

All writing is original and . Their stupid is stuck on. For the Love of Writing. Waiting for something to end.

A journey from inside my head, out into the world. My Original Poetry and Short Stories. And I can feel you. I want to wake up. So I can watch your eyes flutter. As you come back to life. And feel you pull me close. As close as you can. I want to melt into you. And feel every part of your body. I want you so close to me. How I miss watching you breathe.

For those who know me, they would say that it is an irony that I get so closely caught up in death, with. His sin exiled our love. They even stole your eyes. There was nothing more to do. In a second our love became forbidden. Our last goodbye taken too. Tonight this bed it is my hell. And yours has bars of steel.

I Began to See Myself Everywhere. I began to see myself everywhere. Was I talking about? .