These little letters we put togetherSo full of life from another timeAcross the pageInto the airSpirited by the lives that become interested in them. They
Breathing is in my natureIt’s somehow the thing I took most for grantedNever did I know how or what it was reallyUntil the day it
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
Can I watch it unfold Hold it Love it Play it But not fall prey to it Can I kiss it while it’s hot Say