Again

Desires fragment

with reality,

but still

leaves me

dreaming of you,

falling into old vices

just to distract,

to escape

for a moment,

only to fall

all over again.

Still Alive

Not posting like I should be, but I am here. I should still consider a few more excerpts from the novel or something. And I promise to get some poems written over the next few weeks as well. In the meantime, go see pretty crafted things.