I was born on the interstate. My mother was there.
Friday, March 13, 2015
Things of the un-kept are strung out in it's vicinity.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Out of all that mattered in the universe you found your self in the mirror this morning wondering how. You stare at things half asleep while the corners of your house collect the forgotten. You would spend more time underneath the bed. How does it sneak up on you?