Aaron Ross - Warlocks
“And you, you have gifted hands you stand on the stage and your presence commands and the motion like the flow of an ocean and my friend I know that you are weak the beauty inside of you is what they seek they want to feed off of your warming glow that bleeds out your eyes at the benefit show and I know that you’re someone who will never have anyone holed inside you I will never be...
Wolves of Heaven.
We are children fighting with the wolves of heaven our full grown fists beating at their sides powerful and beautiful, they wont back down their mouths are nipping at our ankles now. We are children staring at the wolves of heaven our tired eyes searching for their sympathy they are dark and glowing, they hold truth their claws are ripping at our youth. They will not stop until one of us screams...
Inside the Actors Studio.
The chemistry behind our stare hasn’t quite been worked out. However, I know that is is destined to fade. Although it has lasted for more than a fleeting moment, as told by the measure of time, I still feel no connection to the fragments of its supposed being. I am watching us from outside of myself and I am simply not convinced. There is no depth. I see nothing that sets up a part from...
We bought ourselves a duplex. I loved that house. It smelled like firewood. It was one of the happiest times of my life. We didn’t have a stick of furniture. We would have picnics in the living room. We ate when we felt like it. Stayed up all night when we wanted. We vowed never to fall into routine, to go to bed or wake up at the same time. We lived on that mattress.