I tell myself everyday,
I'm still okay...

Whenever I taste mint
It is midwinter; snow falling...

My family is a spontaneous fire,
Unable to be tamed for very long. Able...

Falling,
In the gentle...

Useless... They say it
Again. That’s how they describe me...

The stillness of her eyes
Screams in my face...

The cold October wind hit me
Like a drum...

Its strange the way memory
Works. It can be fluent or...

Soft, wet kisses wake me in the night,
My eyes flutter as I try to figure out where...

Its hard to understand the hole
That emptiness is starting to fill...

Watching the tide pull in then fade,
The colors, so vibrant it’s magical...

Melting ice drips
Melodically, striking the ground like music...