invitation

dearest,

let's make love through art?

love,
a

when it comes to people who speak so much...

can we look for dignity in some kind of restraint,
seek favour from some form of silence?

embalmed

dearest,

once again
your words
anchor me in my solitude.

clasped in the silence of your tongue,
cradled by the swollen music of your mind,
this terrible loneliness
becomes a sudden home.



can there really be any other love than the unrequited kind?

i wish my body was as strong as adele's voice.

too much to ask?

sometimes...

good academic writing is mutilated, disfigured writing.

stories hollowed out by words that no longer tell.