I’ll pull you down
No One Asked
If you ask me, I even like funerals
on dying
Find me one the soles of your feet, and tangled in your hair. The sunshine, and the rain
Dying Love
take a ring in your uncertain fingers
Sad as a Starless Night
As any, no matter what
An Open Letter to Congress: Apocalypse Edition
I’ve never written a letter like this before; to any of you before. I’ve been proudly voting since I was 18. I grew up with the systematic belief that besides jury duty, our voting rights were the most important tools American citizens have. That it is our moral obligation and duty to preserve democracy by…
these things happen
In my sorrow I’ve been thinking a great deal about those lost to the great beyond, and the gaps they leave in our life.I think there are certain humans and pets that are unique gifts from God. Whether you believe in one God or many, or the Universe or Mother Earth, there are those…
the moon’s made of cheese, I think
Eternally adhering to the “in-between”, the purgatory of stunted development
seal’s watershed
‘Cept a meat suit filled with scars
nothing will ever be the same
You’re not the same as you used to be. You’ve changed. You used to smile more. You showed me you loved me. You used to look at me with happiness. Now you never smile. You stare too much. Why don’t you listen. If you just did it how I said, you wouldn’t have this problem….
Morphing of the Savino Mind 