3here come the funeral mourners And oh, how the heart pervades through logic and order, how it wrestles good sense. Here is my admission: I cannot be held responsible for things that I think any longer.

my grandmother's house » in five parts.

2 water in my veins can you hear my pulse, because i cannot / please, forgive me.

champagne A short entry of love lost.

4 3:00am Maybe I can press my foot to the gas pedal hard enough to drive past time.

5empty cottage it's nowhere near haunted