Whenever I smell fresh grass being cut
or lilac bushes budding their perfume...

We pass each other handfuls of kettle corn
with nothing short of empathy...

Maybe you have been a calligrapher in all
constellations, and maybe I have missed how...

No one would ever imagine the
waves of terror and raw emotion...

My classmate across the psychology room
finally spoke up...

We are explorers...
not in your typical sense, casting lots for...

It's 1:09 am and I'm not at my best now.
My hair is sprawled in greasy, un-organized...

Am I supposed to tie my hands to sails
and let the unknown force, spirit, of your...

Here, I am.
I sit wide-eyed and ready for the day...

I stay inside now,
though you wish to serenade...

I have never lived in her name.
I know her name, she is my aunt...

Is hope a migratory bird,
only encouraging us...