Tarnished salt drops cascading,
Revealing cryptic confessions...

Hushed secrets cached beneath septic skin,
Anemic bones tormented from pain within...

Gently tip-toeing upon frailed tightrope,
Needing to volition my final destination...

Glass shattered on salt tongues,
Words confined beneath throats...

My green eyed reflection,
Reveals nothing but truth...

I see the struggles
you are faced with every day...

The
taste of...

Kids,
They bring...

Kids
playing...

Excitement flourishes upon two simple lines,
Joys of parenthood flush the unknown mind...