To: You

To You: I'm out of words. A thousand pages of poetry later and I've one conclusion: I don't need you as much as you think I do but I want you I miss you and I love you You. Just, as you are. You. MG

Have You Seen Her Write?

Have you ever seen her write? 

Have you ever just sat, and watched her surrender as the paper devoured her soul, as the pen carved into the unmarked linings of reproduced trees? I have. I’ve seen her write. I’ve fallen asleep to the image of her etching patches of her soul into her diary. I’ve [...]