speaking.

i have a hard time discovering voice here.

basically because i don't have one standard voice. and that's just how it is, friends.

stupidly insightful with sporadically sprinkled pictures of adorbs baby-folk.

that's just going to be the way it is.


sunday sonetto vol. iii


Racking brains and
Misplaced thoughts.
Empty space,
Wishes and have-nots.

Miles apart
From what it seems-
Distance me
From all my dreams.