She watched in awe as he rode by on his yellow single speed bicycle, the wind in his beard.

Her loneliness doesn’t flow anymore. It’s more a trickle, like the remnants of a cold that should have abated long ago. The annoying, mucus filled phlegm of life-lived moments, too f...

Still, I starve for you.

Filled with love not peace of mind

For in this mind no peace you’ll find

I fall in and out of heartbreak, the broken becomes unbroken and then shattered again. But falling in and out of heartbreak also means falling in love.