The darkness of the night reminds me of another time. The simplicity, the ease, when the smallest difference was monumental. There is another way I
These little letters we put together So full of life from another time Across the page Into the air Spirited by the lives that become
Breathing is in my nature It’s somehow the thing I took most for granted Never did I know how or what it was really Until
Have you ever been in a group trying to put together a puzzle that’s come in a bag without the picture or image? It’s really hard,
It’s been a week little friend… you are my little friend…my little keyboardthe one I tell little secrets too…the secrets I don’t even tell to
The land is hotWhen the fire cameIt rolled through housesOver peopleBlew up carsThe flames consumed everythingOld photos, deeds, dishes, refrigeratorsThe only thing it leaves is
The sun inches up The sky trips as it changes each minute a new shade of blue The outline of the horizon becomes more distinct
Confidence wanes it has to there’s no other way but as soon as it comes it leaves so the only thing you can do is
And what if they do talk to me what will they say what will they share will their voice be audible like another thought in
The word transcends this body The most precious algorithm The collection of individual meanings