Sometimes, sadness
is a weight...

My words are not water.
They do not flow...

Carry on with your lives,
your day to day dreams...

I've missed breathing
The feel of air in my lungs...

Down the bay, the animals have their way.
In the water they play, beneath the sun's rays...

Rain's pitter-pattering on the rooftop
air tinged with a hint of winter breeze...

I am many things.
Perfect is not one...

I don't like mirrors.
In elementary, they scared me...

A bump on my lip
just to the left...

It's 3:30 in the morning in the middle of winter
but it's still too darn hot in this room...

I don't want to get up
it's cold outside...

Remember way back then,
when a great ocean of dirt and...