You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach. M.K. STANDBY MirageTemptation
The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison. M.K. STANDBY GuitarReminderSoftnessSummerUnison
A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison. M.K. STANDBY CollectionPoisonThought
I sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same. M.K. STANDBY AbandonmentWave
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love. M.K. STANDBY Ceiling
Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach. M.K. STANDBY Word