hypocritepoet

In the depths of a tidepool, I find the universe. In the ebb and flow of memory, I find my heart.

Each day has its own joy. Find it.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

this may be the worst one yet

The thousand times he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again.

Every day is a new day...

Sit with me and watch me make some art

Now is no time to think of what you do not have...