gotta say goodnight

i'm in the middle of confusion

struck by a sword, listening to the rolling tires

folding bedsheets

i'm all fever in the labour

labour of the sentimental is heart-wrenching to say the least.

feathers on the ground, a bird in chains

feathers by the sea side

soil sketches, leaving signs of the dead.

just applied to school on the west coast.

comfort in planning..