Katie Creighton 27' The wandering breeze carried my yawing whisper throughout the room, It quietly grazed over every untouched seat,...

i feel a pull to a place that doesn’t exist “i want to go home” as i’m lying in my bed how dare you hold the creator of everything over...

the crackling sound of tires revolving home  awakening to the sun in the window and my world at my side the way you look at me; brown...

you count yourself out just to fit yourself in you never felt comfortable inside your skin all that you want not to do this again see...