My soul became wanted the day I was born.
It's been a long journey to understand the meaning...
For as long as I can remember
I've walked the darkened streets...
Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...
He's a surgeon today.
Fingers clinching scalpels...
Anxiety.
I feel like I'm spiraling out of control...
The suspense that filled
me, when I would wait...
You were there...
Although, quiet as a note...
It flows on the edge of the world,
a pristine white stream of water...
The lies we tell ourselves are toxic. And by...
I return to them. All of them. The men. The...
Full of sorrow-
Gingerly, I yearn...
I am a lonely grain of sand,
stuck in two goblets of glass...
There is a place that has been
written about before, many poems...