I'll Learn How To Fly On My Own
These chains surround me. Lighter than air, But rooted like a tree. They push and press. They block my way. I push back nonetheless. I’m stuck, immobile…
Stalemate
Whenever we have one of those talks I wish I could shrink into my seat. I wish I could tell you that I am not happy but I’m walking across the tightrope of…
Sentimentalism
The present’s simply A haunted grave of worship To the living past.
Stuck
The white t-shirt sticks to my stomach, turned see-through by the churning, spitting sea. Froth bubbles in my hair, disappearing as my head tucks under several…