Personal · Thoughts

Gotham Before the Fall

I love midnight dives when I’m lonely and drunk.
That’s the tricky thing about water under the bridge.
Bridges burn.
So easily.
So beautifully.

Personal · Thoughts

Letters from Florida

Writer, I was in love with your expressive hands. I’ve curled up and slept peacefully in the curves of your beautiful o’s and a’s.  Soared freely in the space in-between your lines. Touched the wet ink that stained my soul. After you left, I tried to write my own stories instead of living yours. And still, as I wearily sit behind my desk after a long day of work, I can’t help but cut my fingers on the painfully sharp edges of your silent dashes.