atlas was here.
if you ever want to look for me, i'm exactly where you think i am. the old house is exactly as you left it, if you look past the thin glassy dust that got left on the surface. if you're not afraid to stick your soft hand into the rotting cabinet you might still find... Continue Reading →
it's looking cold more than it’s feeling cold, these days. forget free-form writing, forget talking and thinking, all i have is moving with your eyes closed and tearing things open with your teeth. and the flashbacks, i guess, but that’s a whole other thing. it was fun though, wasn’t it? yes. it was. you know... Continue Reading →
hello, i said, i think i’m bleeding againyou take me out past the park and we sit by the river.i am bleeding, we both agree. crimson drops on his old sweater that i wanted to chuck out, but didn’tand i tell you about her, curly hair, eyes like the sunand i mention the new him,... Continue Reading →
Altern House 