He thought he could find his muse.

Infatuated with this idea of there being something different in the world, he turned to girls. The memories of her face haunted him. So he looked for her in everyone he met. He had trouble finding her. Captivated by thoughts of love, he found himself on a never-ending journey. Looking for something he couldn't see in himself. He … Continue reading He thought he could find his muse.


El Primero

Do you see the wrath in my eyes As you pierce that hole Through my soul Through my heart that you stole How could you You were blind Blind to everything that I gave Everything that you had Everything that we made Was it ever enough? Even when the sex was rough Even when you … Continue reading El Primero