earendil

I.It's back to staring at the worldthrough a dusty bus windowin the morning; 'twas time for sunrise,time for words to be carved into the seafor ash to be chiseled into ...

Spoiler! : You know what to do. OH, and girl-who-supplies-my-pigeons.... please don't hunt me down. My creativity is dead, you see. kthxbai. even you couldn't extend your palms - not ...

You are the sustained drone behind a single melody. You are the slow moving hand of a grandfather clock and the steady swinging of its pendulum, back and forth and ...

say (I) I am writing this without hitting the backspace-- very much literally sometimes I stay up at night and write you poetry because I can never summon the courage ...