The doorway to expression was shut.
Poems
The Jabberwocky’s son
But everyone who saw her son post the tribal marks incident thought he looked so much better because you couldn’t see his face.
A Stage Prop’s Romance or The Optimistic Friendzone Manual
Watch her violin eyelashes speak symphonies into the air and join every atom of the universe in applause.
Meet Me in the Tallest Building Halfway Between Us
And thus would begin a ritual of yearly visits to the tallest building halfway between us
Where do I go from here?
Where do I go from here?
Can I ever be the same?
My heart seeks for answers.