Envy Green
I’ll try to smoke my blues away fill my lungs with clouds, because you never did rain. If nothing else comes into play I’ll chase the waves, and guide the grey. Because all I’ve ever come to know has broken … Continued
January Blues
We hang with such potential. We create a vacuum of nothing and everything. Our being, our existence represents everything I love as well as everything I loathe. We are a 10 hour plane flight, disconnected and empty, suspended in the … Continued
Empty Potential
If my lungs could be clouds, I’d fill them with rain. And if your lips were fire, I think I’d suffocate. But all we are is flesh and blood and bones and skin pulled tight over our pretty souls and … Continued