You ever have a craving?
One that’s not good...

The time has come,
You’ll be physically here...

I turn on my music,
And I start to breath...

*any typos or errors I’m just frustration...
I’m just me...

A mask or a memory?
Such troubling times...

Am I dammed?
I’ve craved to move beyond...

They walk through me,
On all their daily strolls...

I feel his head on my heart,
When it’s time to rest...

Three little bubbles,
And salt against my lips...

* I am in no way downplaying those who have died...
These streets once filled...

To my Deans
I see you in him...

I’ve started this journey,
not knowing where to go...