We imagine ourselves to be a certain way ( Read more... )

I'm broken
In ways you can't see.
Places you can't touch.
I'm less and enough
And too much
Simultaneously.

Do you sing ( Read more... )

No one knows ( Read more... )

Carved from stone ( Read more... )

Lie there ( Read more... )

A slip of the tongue ( Read more... )

I hear you singing ( Read more... )

If it ever comes to it ( Read more... )

Your voice sounds ( Read more... )