What is love if not pain?
The stars taste just like knives...
I no longer see the world in grayscale,
instead the vibrant colors pop and...
When you are rock-solid you think you are forever,
before time breaks you down to the pieces...
The pain is adjacent to love—it’s why it hurts...
Some odd years ago, I plucked courage like wild...
in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...
a violin
a violin...
And maybe there is magic
In the little things...
In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...
Calmness
Stillness...
I really could not
think of anything to think...
There are no impediments
in the nature of true minds...
As strange as this February night is—it’s ripe...
the moon is tucked away behind our longing. There...