Tender is the autumn night that holds us close.
Cold sweeping over mountains, down through valleys,
‘Til it journeys into the bedroom window.
Vivid dreams of kids, a pool, and a picket fence,
Never thought, but thoughts betray you at your best.
All things grow with a little time and care,
Tender is the autumn night that brought us here.
All art is born from either joy or pain.
The way I find the words to choose
to retell all these memories is no exception.
those nights, wine – spilling our souls.
ii. je suis?
this could all be a dream.
i want to swim in space.
hold me closer, not too close.
what if monster is a gene?
vi. where’s the camera?
tell me I did something sweet…
all of your thoughts are raindrops.
the ocean never misses the sand.
where all our secrets lay safely.
genius is not born of air.
xi. fire escape
climb with me, the highest heights.
no worries, i am always here.
xiii. las vegas
alive with you, until the morning.
xiv. train station
all beginnings start with a journey.
never been happier in one place.
Untangled from your crimson ties
Underneath a pale pink sky