Our disappointment sits between us.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.

I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.

…He was always high on drugs. I was not a drug man, but in case I wanted to hide from myself for a few days, I knew I could get anything I wanted from him.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?