It helps to listen
as much as it helps to talk...

Upon a day, singing in the womb
it occurred to me of my mumbling tune...

I could write about a woman lost
within the woods, whose hands...

I tasted sorrow the night that last
rain drop fell...

I was once numb behind pink umbrellas
and quirky rubber bands...

My eyes deceived me,
as the smell of cotton candy...

Cheerful
Gleeful...

Floating within a somber silence
snow bird whistles a familiar tune...

Pickering is our label given
As if our surnames mark our...

Always searching for a
Better way to express my...

The thought of losing the
ability to climb your beautiful...

Designed
shapes within my mind...