She hurried out without saying good-bye left alone to decide
Blackout #157
Catching love in his pockets
Blackout #156
He was like a puppy hoping for affection
Blackout #155
We toil if we stay at home, I was told.
Blackout #154
He could never be a real monster too sweet.
Blackout #153
He scribbled on her poems, wrong
Blackout #152
You managed to smile at me.
Blackout #151
Beauty is immortal. Beauty lives in breathing.
Blackout #150
Waiting for a release.
Blackout #149
Knowledge not ignorance
Fragment of a Figment 