A pen dropped is a thought caught in freefall.
I'm sixteen and I think I'm in love... or maybe it's gas. I'm much too young to be in love with anything but the color …
New York, New York
Doctoral candidate at Columbia University
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But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …
Yellow Brick Road
A grenade wrapped in love letters.