I am a miracle Therefore I create miracles

Perfection is immortal She always was And always is What a soul-suffocating fate To not be born But to always exist Perfection deprives...

For Emma Jayne We confuse Growth for grief And numb the pain To find relief I can't rush Acceptance waves ashore Any faster Than time...

I used to think: What haunts you Haunts me too Now I realize After having chased My own ghosts away The ghosts that haunt you Freighten...

My Grandma Collects seashells The white bedroom In her old home The Seashell Shrine Strewn out and around Arranged like an orchestra Or...