The progressive wide eyes I felt transpiring within me seemed to guide orchestrated life lessons, prompting me to learn the true meaning of surrender.
How could they? How selfish? How ignorant for anyone to think they have the right to judge such tragedy and loss? How dare you?
Sometimes this stomach is not full, no matter what I’ve eaten. This hollow pit wants a warmth not attained by what I can fill it with.
Meet me in the barrel of a wave, where I might find you in the moment it breaks, to crash your heart upon my rocks, laid out under moonlight blue.
25 years later and all of the ashes have been consumed, we have stayed hungry, we have grown old, have wasted our lives speaking of hope