I take up time like it has offered me
spacious shelves to cast...

I never wanted much, I never do.
I barely ask for anything at 24 years old...

You lived and laughed
at every moving being...

Freewrite/ Rant
Will I ever stop being...

Smoky pine, cedar, and cloves
haunt the grove close to home...

Every morning, I take a shower at
11 AM, and every morning, it's there...

Controversy
(the death of writers...

Talking is hard.
These conversations that pop up like a new...

You appear as a ghost to me,
when I play chords simply yet soulfully...

You bless the Earth with your soul,
gracing the lost wonders polluted...

I.
piano keys are my...

Your eyelids are the color of winter
morns where aghast clouds blush the faintest...