Premortem

Don't be so angry about where It is the alternative begotten As opposed to death Talk about the living Know the skin which feels it Any cool breeze that got in Blowing through the window You can feel it when you are at home This place that is built out of comfort Here where time yet stands still Crackling in the low-burn Of the softest warming

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

More about me