A little deranged gremlin, I am. Unfinished stories and poetry, I write, but read it, you cannot. ...Yet? Maybe? De ne sais pas. 


Letter by letter, like molecule by molecule, I rewrite myself entirely. 
Each day I am anew, the shore clean of yesterday's weeds and corpses, beaching fresh new faces, kind and glowing with tales whispered amongst the deepest of the Ocean's salty depths. 
I long for the day that one of them chooses to finally stay.
  • Inside a hamster's tiny top hat
  • JoinedJune 13, 2014