Thinking Underage.
Conversation. Sex. Drugs. Humor. Intelligence.
Highly flammable, rarely broken down.
I seek to spread love to those who seem unloveable.
I adore all things creative or arousing to the mind.
Old soul.
Big dreams, bright future.
Free Spirit.
Not much to please me.
Timid at first, but my presence guarantees a good time.
Undeniably Audacious.
Every morsel of my spirit is hidden throughout the countless melodies in my music library.
Nostalgic, always.
Highly flammable, rarely broken down.
I seek to spread love to those who seem unloveable.
I adore all things creative or arousing to the mind.
Old soul.
Big dreams, bright future.
Free Spirit.
Not much to please me.
Timid at first, but my presence guarantees a good time.
Undeniably Audacious.
Every morsel of my spirit is hidden throughout the countless melodies in my music library.
Nostalgic, always.
~ The Writer's Address: Poets Can Be Treacherous Didn't You Know?
I am the trickster, a villain of
the dreamlike, I circle seething
ashes of a thousand loyal
deaths
their screams bleed in the
ambience, but there is more
there is
temptation and fury just
lingering here.you seek me out
offering unquestioning trust of lost children
who are searching…
