(a song of sorts) Don’t tell me what to do. I can tell myself just fine. you think I am giving you attitude. but all I hear are lies… Get it get it? Good Get it, Get it? Good Don’t tell me what to do. I can hear myself just fine. You want my gratitude. … More GOOD
it’s a brush against my skin in the dark a bell rings and no hand is there to ring it and I wonder, is it you? is it you trying reach across the divide is it you that passes by gently touching to remind me that you stroll in the splendor while I walk in … More YOU?
I am sleeping here left to grow wings to fly on my own rather stay curled up like a seed buried deep. but my hope does not slumber and so I rise. Legs seem to tremble. unsteady fumbling standing at the starting gate every day the same race. and I ache to run because hope … More ounces
INTO THIS DEEP 