my heart

still, we are we try. in quiet times, we cry. kings point park

what the world is like without your eyes looking upon it. your rapier smart vision. what the world is like in this quiet. without the ...

in the open lexiconagraphy of our emotional being... healing, learning and loving reside.

in the synaptic, neither here nor there state of limbo, rocking. kings point park

looking for that inner sun that sustains

fingers typing click clack sounds trying to put words onto solid ground. wishing i could anchor what i feel. another shift that seem...

i sit in empty. drained and sad. lost in a world that i never had. overwhelmed and undersung. another day has just begun. friend ...