It’s almost time The water will begin to flow It’s not a giant wave But then I feel so low.   There’s darkness everywhere I see no light There is only your eyes’ glow A faraway glitter in the night.

A cute little kid was restless He ached to be on the playground as he awaited the final bell to ring O it was going to be vacation time his heart would repeatedly sing   The teacher gave the class an essay as homework along with the promise of a prize The kid packed away Read more…

Nostalgia is in the brown half-toothed smile your sister flashes upon you after you buy her the chocolate-chip ice cream instead of the cheaper vanilla. Nostalgia is in the surreptitious smile you catch your mother in, as she stumbles upon an old song that must have rewound the time for her. Nostalgia is the echo Read more…

The color of the morning seemed the same dull grey. The air I breathed in felt the same, sour and stale. But as I yawned aloud like I do, no sound escaped my gaping mouth. I looked down to count my scars as I do every morning, for the past is where I always start. Read more…

Where do we go from here? You ask As I stand bent tying my shoes Dusk descends you say Rest we must What’s the point? I say we started with lethargy in our bones, anyway. Where do we go from here? you say as we sit there drinking in the aged sunlight in solitude Where Read more…