As young children,
we most desired toys...

Public transit, a nightmare.
Yet there I sit, going through my day...

I spend every night staring up at the beautiful...
I spend every day struggling to live, choosing not...

Two words...such a simple concept, and yet so...
True. Love...

The allure of simplicity fades,
For this inner turmoil is complex...

High ledges,
burning flames...

I often say that you can never truly know who a...
The people we are, or who we were...

I love the little bundles of joy,
they make me smile when I'm down...

She sits in her room,
upon her empty bed...

Every image creates a thought,
for a moment I will stop...

When I think of you...
salty drops of water...

I can't drown out the noise,
it's all far too strong...