Tag : Life

the world sits in my kitchen. The earth is the heart of my food. So I am cutting. I am cutting into it. Hard, fast, precise. Look at how the earth beats inside my pot. It is boiling like it would in hell. Fire is in my face. is that......

Good night...

I too can die...

the sun came to live in my chest....

Keep the questions at the door of your heart. I will keep the regrets in my eyes....