The arms of the ocean
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon …
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …
A lonely path through clouded memories his fading mind once sharp and clear, now lost in hazy fusion, time betrayed …
He led a life of dust and denim trying to avoid the venom life had spat his way. She clad …