Write What You Want Bottomless From Bottom

Sure Baby, Mañana. It Was Always Mañana. For The Next Few Weeks That Was All I Heard––mañana A Lovely Word And One That Probably Means Heaven.

She Brooded And Bit Her Rich Lips: My Soul Began Its First Sink Into Her, Deep, Heady, Lost; Like Drowning In A Witches' Brew, Keltic, Sorcerous, Starlike.

The Taste Of Rain -- Why Kneel?

Something That You Feel Will Find Its Own Form.

I'm Right There, Swimming The River Of Hardships But I Know How To Swim.