you see her.

So. I'm sitting in my room. I was in bed but I migrated to my table. Reading Bukowski. Amazing? Yeah. I think so. Drinking a raspberry iced tea. And I realize that this is the type of life I want to have.

"if this is it, all we have and ever will / if this is it, time is running out and standing still"

I am a literary piece of work, fueled by chai, driven by desire, and truly empowered with the gift of les mots in lesser density.

"i'll leave today cause there's nothing left to keep me here / i'll fade away, i'll turn my back and disappear"

Trust me: mine is a name that you will want to remember.

"you want to / but she won't let you"