31/M/Los Angeles, California.
Welcome unto my garden of flowers, beauteous flowers of sweet romantic poetry redolent of ethereal pulchritude—yet thrice effulgent than chalcedonic esplanades of Eden. From a …
My words are 'mispelled', incoherent, inarticulate and shallow I'm no profound So these are my thoughts exactly: "I'm swimming in a sea of faces; I'm …
32/Two-Spirit/Lisbon
I laugh at windows in the sun, but keep the storm beneath my tongue. I bloom in places no one sees, half wildflower, half mystery.