I write doodles, of loss and despair. But live in a world, where Rapunzel has strong

hair…

My paper jaded times, with poetry on the fly. It's a landscape of art and horror, in depths of my

mind...

But oh, there is a price to pay; these sickening odd thoughts. Abrubt and outright, like the fading of a memory

lost…

It's what it's like, to be in love. To hear a heartbeat within the burnt out stars, in the dark skies

above...

-HMG