Cachonne
The destiny of skies and objective ties, My wrist have grown weaker by all means, Pushing the weight of artificial suffering, To horizons that fade with…
The destiny of skies and objective ties, My wrist have grown weaker by all means, Pushing the weight of artificial suffering, To horizons that fade with…
I check the tone of my voice to see If I’ve become a man, like Odysseus, If my gait stood strong like a Trojan horse, Deceptive,…
I loved things that made my heart break, Like annuals that bathe in the sun, And withered away at the first frost, I peeked my head…
The soothing of a Chopin nocturne, Lulls the sinking of youthful hardness, For I was winter, expected but rebuffed, Fastened to a cyclic fickleness, I loved…
The lighted cries of homecoming and well, Flesh crusted, cake with a million yard stares, Epics written on the back of men, Not old enough to…
We live in a time where many people have a platform to voice their hopes, wishes, dreams, and wants. We also live in a time where…
Hurry up and wait, While she flies overhead; Our chariot to the promise land, Sand shocked, Tired eyes, Feather laughter conceals Our eternity… Drink more water,…