Now I know that this is not a time for us. There are too many miles separating and not enough trust to build off of. I am not asking that you ignore those circumstances, that would be far beyond reason to ask of even myself. In fact, I am not asking anything of you at all. These poems, these pieces, these paintings, this is all simply me emptying my crowded mind onto a page in hopes I may finally be able to sleep.
Writer’s Decongestant
Porcelain Prose 