Hope's Voice.

Hope told her story
around a warm fire
that circled a thousand moonlit skies with it's flames,
and I leaned in towards her,
transfixed
by the tender simplicity
of her voice.

Grafitti Dreams .

We liked to dwell 

inside

the taste of our broken down grafitti dreams-

dynamically converged,

infinitely tearing apart at the seams.

On the Inside.

What do you look like,
on the inside?