My growing pains started at age three.
They've never stopped...

Grief cartographer
Multilayered pages fall...

Alone in a crowd
Wading through the travel rush...

Submerged in water
Palms leaning in the wind...

Swaying palm trees dance
Red tide washes on the shore...

Agua natural
Cian azul y claro...

Jade waves rolling by
Crashing on the horizon...

Viento frio
Bustling people shop...

Sometimes when I drink warm water, my abdomen...
The pain is intense and sharp and fleeting...

The room has walls lined with wallpaper that is...
dark rust...

How does one contend?
I see you fishing in the reservoir...

He wears black dress pants and a blue plaid...
A Forklift Operator and...