Trying to work more on creative writings. I actually enjoy writing more than music and playing guitar; for something so limitless it infinitely feels limited to me. I'm definitely not as skilled at writing as I am with music though but whatever, it's a lot of fun.
embankment
bleeding sincerity upon bird wings,
dressed to impress, afterhour cries,
moonlight tears hitting puddles upon the
post-torrential landscapes.
somehow my skin is dry.
scraping sand from distinguishable dunes,
sucking blood from cactus plants.
only thing left to spit on fined grains,
a first cleaning of existence.
for this, my skin is dry.
it was heat ricocheting against walls of longing.
hitchhiker blues;
adversely stagnant, grazed to death
when red turns to blue.
concluded; my skin is dry.