Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.

You are made of bent coat hangers, honey, gravel, epoxy and handstands. I am made of lying on the floor, the same song on repeat.

Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.

Here is a semi-transparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it.

There are no ordinary feelings. Just as there are no ordinary spring days or kicked over cans of paint.

Go down any road far enough and you'll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you'll reach the sea.

Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.