06.26.2023
I balance my life on an impossibly small bus tray And I am begging you not to jostle me
I balance my life on an impossibly small bus tray And I am begging you not to jostle me
I cannot come out to play today I am busy watching plants, which I thought had died for certain grow…
I want not for a capable protector I am one, and then some
I dream of a parallel universe where the people I love have chosen healing over hurting where I don’t have…
Grief and I are long-time lovers I keep a spare toothbrush in the bathroom for when she slips into bed…
When they ask how I survived The most accurate answer I can provide is to explain the distinction between moving…
My mind has a habit of displaying my most trying times in a surreal light Maybe this is a result…