1:17 morning time pitch dark no moonlight the stars mere dots of dried ozone rain not cosmic God dust that’s all the same i stare at the bottom of my glass wondering where my pill water went thoughts of death and mortal coils derailed by crickets in the hallway chirping off reflections of their dreams […]
a Kafka kinda’ night – mb
THANK YOU FVR!!! Please check out this AMAZING site y’all!!! much love from LA
words less spoken 
Good to see you out there… and here and anywhere your words are… all the best. Eric.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thank you Eric. take care and stay safe xoxo
LikeLiked by 1 person