Tagged: aim
on the edge of san
on the edge of san
francisco, love splits,
and splits again,
a perfectly
imperfect aim
.
20170718:2252
y
we are daring, we
we are daring, we
are impulsive, pushing the
boundaries of these
tales we tell ourselves, and the
ones into which we aim to grow
.
20170508:0748
y
the present is a
the present is a
quiver from which we will pull
memory-tipped arrows
to aim at the past and the
future, anywhere but here
.
20161216:2216
y
y 