If it were up to me, you would never become acquainted with lonely. You would never learn the way the chill wraps around your bones and whispers that you will never know what it means to be warm. Where the fires of love and passion grow into a distant hallucination. If it were up to me, I'd hold you until eternity caved in on us both and we took the galaxies with us into the dark and cold, but at least we could keep[...]
I have poetry books. I don't advertise them much because I'm always growing, so I tend to gradually like my old books less and less. I'm always trying to do more and better my craft. So I do have books, but they are a few years old. I have grown so much since then. I'm more excited about what is to come. These past creations will always be buried treasures and I will hold them close for the rest of my days. As I pro[...]