Daylight is the sight of the lip;
night is the feel.

i heard the news today

poking the wooden toothpick through,
help me come out clean
when the cake is finally
due

squeeze the world into a ball

The knots want to be acknowledged and touched. They want to be allowed to cry and to tell their story.

my remedy

"so your remedy is...

stepha

oops, I was writing your name."


Staphysagria

you learn who you are when you begin to say no.