I’m dancing in the basement againThe same way I did when I wasFilled with…
I never was the chosen one,but exploring realmsof my youth,dwelling more in…
These thoughtsare like paper boats, set freeupon a swiftly running stream…
Alone in airport barswhere my concept can broaden.Not just of myselfbut what…
These thoughts take up residence within the crepuscular hours when light cedes to dark…
I can rend the mindand bend the breathinto the more refinedshape of a realitygone rogue.