I was blankly away Written 10/21/20 at 12:37am Finished 1/2/21 at 10:29pm Every civil soul’s worse fear is to Drown in an endless fountain of pure and seemingly infinite dread. I once read That no two spirits are alike. Reality and fantasy become Blurred lines for so many, And it always…

Written 10/20/20 at 9:13pm Time and time again, I plead to my heart, Wishing it wasn’t the dramatic bitter end. Nothing left amongst the broken foundation To ever make real amends. Once the bond of trust was shattered for us, It all became more reminiscent of a musty old college T-shirt With remnants of a scent…

Written 8/7/2020 Before Labor Day -Today was another day that could count as one of the worst days of my life.- Barely floating with my head above the surface Of dark yet calm waters, I ponder What the warmer oceans may feel like. With romantic impulses instead of anxious fright. …

Written 5/24/2019 at about 4:34am I can’t sleep. The pain I feel is so real. Fathoms deep. True feelings emerge In the darkest hours. Time to purge. To create something new and different. It’s scary. I’m totally indifferent. Letting go While holding on. Without words. Time to show.

Written 10/6/2020 at 6:32pm Once upon a time in Peru, There was a poor little girl named Kazoo! And, every day off to school, she wore dusty brown shoes. And by this, everybody she knew. As the dirt particles loosely flew, She’d loudly scream out ACHOO! It came out of the blue and always rang true, Making the same sound as her name would, too.

Written 6/4/2020, at 3:34 am Broken yet encouraged, Unappalled by the mere disturbance. False reflections turned to the reformation of self Requires the bravery to initiate a courageous change. Excuse the frazzled verbiage. We’re all secretly afraid to openly admit That we’re nervous To willingly approach the unknown. The only true inevitability of the Only constant of change. It’s strange how We truly become our

Written 7/31/20 7:41pm Change is inevitable and what Can be considered to be the only Identifiable constant. Whether it’s good or bad, Or if you’re ready or not. Everything can transition within an instant. No one’s different in this Harrowing instance. It’s all the same. Yet again and again. And somehow it always seems different As indifference settles in.

Written 6/26/20 1:20am The emptiness of loneliness Is nearly unbearable. It makes one wish and crave for Older habits and people that Are no good. Drinking drowns the sorrows of solace Yet does not kill them.