Paper houses In paper towns Are made out of thin air Blown into ancient wounds. Doll houses And perfect smiles Are made to house vacant souls. I spend my days Learning the anatomy of the old. I read her eyes for omens foretold Her figure unfolds as The girdles Around her breathe Breaking houses and … Continue reading Here Lies Betty Draper
Tag: awareness
I am not my Ego. But sometimes it's all I am. Sometimes I'm that fearful voice telling me to stop and get back, Back to the cozy cocoon I was once in, Back to denials and excuses, the numbing out of everything that makes me feel alive. I am that schoolyard bully, Reason says don't … Continue reading Samurai
