With the blink of a life,Her spring suddenly seemed a whole lot like winter,Though the flowers in her…
And just like thatthe stick-pricking reality of Godpokes and prods againlike an itch you’d happily ignore. Adulthood is…
Imagine a world where you could stride with confidence, certain of fact or fiction — a world where your yes is yes; no is no.
At some point, I must arrive in a place where I feel even a little bit of confidence. I thought there was a little checkered-flag mapped out…
Little boyYou need not fearIf no one’s thereKnowI’ll be there for you,To hold your trembling hand,With you.
The person I amIs not the person I wasNor is he the personI will ever be again