to ancient curses
to ancient curses
may your parchment be hairy
life of a writer
Home
closing out the day
closing out the day
and open into the night
there's an orange dot
overdrive happens
overdrive happens
with espresso number 5
dealing with boredom
where are we going
where are we going
i'm just along for the ride
blue teased through the gray
the seeds of my dreams
the seeds of my dreams
from the voice of a mad god
awake in the dark
today is filled with
today is filled with
the ashes of my mistakes
ripples on water
abruptly awake
abruptly awake
a day's possibilities
chilled down to the bone
sometimes it's needed
sometimes it's needed
innocence personified
nothing to see here
to be etheric
to be etheric
and swim where the aether leads
oh to be a cloud
a stroke of the brush
a stroke of the brush
and the clouds are painted pink
the end of this day