Today, I woke up with the feeling of a need to expand. There’s just something about sleep that makes me feel like we’ve all shrunk into atoms and are on the verge of disappearing (so I read up on astral travel to see if I can go that way, but it was too strange even […]

There’s something about it that signals the end Of a long grueling sleep Fighting the demons who have long gone Trapped in the riffs of a sad blues song Chased away by tiny birds Landing nimbly on benign barbed wires Flitting among the sunlight And flying to you.

How can holding back words make us feel so empty? It must mean that they stay inside and eat out a hole to escape. All this passivity steeped in our skins.. I wonder how we’ll change at this point.

The raindrops today were normal-sized. They weren’t fine like the morning mist Nor blotchy like an impressionist painting. They were like prints of small fingers that kept touching the windshield lightly Over and over again.   The rain isn’t poetic today. They made the grey buildings blander And the pollution like a disorientingly thick film. […]

You hold my hand and the world resets.  

Midnight was a long drive Eclipsed with images of after-hours I tell myself, with your ghost next to me That I am happy And I pretend that my life is filled with Moments like this. The night is a safe place For hopefuls like us.

You are a bucking windstorm Buses incoming in both directions An undercurrent that keeps going A never-ending litany You are unrelenting vertigo A thought that keeps running A song that won’t stop playing Words in front of my eyes A shadow on the hairs of my skin Laser beams before I sleep The thundering beats […]