The calendar seems stuck in a repeat date. A language glitch prevents diversifying conversation. Monotony sits at the table while the pain of communion drops the temperature. A second cup of coffee and a tea are of no help. Awkwardness settles, honesty dictates what we do next. Chanting this is childhood’s end, we each depart…
I, rooted in desire also wish to corrupt you. I look upon flesh as it devours flesh as it fails to touch the soul. ‘Ignite me,’ says the soul. The ruse of a body does not move me. I remain unbound and free. Without trust the soul is unflinched. Love is in the body until…
Got nowhere to go? Nothing to do? Are you living with the black dog? Walk with me. Get your backpack, or purse. Get your phone or leave it. Lets go grab a coffee. You will see the inhabitants everywhere you go… they pretend to be busy, they are good at this. And you, you have…