With the winds of cold filling the air In the fields of gladiolas where ghosts crucified drunk monks The sordid god  retrieved the souls...

We shared some wine and chocolates, listening to music in bed. It wasn’t anything romantic but neither did I feel for it to be platonic....

I hate regrets "I'd tell you what's on my mind rather than not tell you anything at all and sit still in regret wondering what'd it be if...