I love him madly
It’s not logical or sane
I’m unhinged, it’s true…
All my creative pursuits.
I love him madly
It’s not logical or sane
I’m unhinged, it’s true…
Dripping leaves, black sky
Electricity crackles
Violence sublime
Another Monday
Spent wishing it was Tuesday
Why relinquish time?
Why is it, that we wish away any of our precious time? So it’s Monday; at my house, it’s rainy and miserable but… things could be a whole lot worse.