Stopped over and over again!
Life has hurled me to break more than once.
The enchanted misery is the pain
That darts my excruciation in this paradisiacal island.
One April night, Earth's cloudy, coal-black screen / Tore with a bellow, lashing all the streets / With myriad malformed spherules full of sheen / And coating them like chalk-white, lengthy sheets…
I’ve unplugged from dark matter…every breath is a protest thing…I still care about people. Trying to fall asleep, I wonder about the sincerity of those who wear their spots on their clothes and not their skins.