Her bright red hair, lit up by the small lamp in the corner of the room, smells of amber insense. But maybe it's just from sleeping next to me. Her li..
Our bodies swaying together inharmony in the early hours of the morning.Light shining in through cracks in theblinds, the corse stubble on your face i..
I can remember counting the seconds that it took to drive from my house to 7th street. Now every time i pass that street, faded, foggy memories come b..
Sitting in your car between two beige brick walls, with your own little piece of heaven. God, your veins are ripe. But it's already on a tin foil. So ..
Sometimes i still dream that i'm in the house i spent my childhood in. Ridding my bike up and down the various cal-du-sacs and streets in the neiborho..