Writing

Your ego brightens my day

like a tumor on an x-ray.

Please dim it for the greater good

since you have not even earned

it's value.

You bought it out of your father's wallet.

Does he know that?

Anticipatory joy – the feeling of knowing good is coming.

i know it isn’t for sure yet–but i can almost feel it

the way the snow whispers down my back 

She cares

It’s like she felt the pain

In my heart

And understood it

All at once

She listens as

The words fall out of my mouth

Living in today’s world is like living as an addict of constant entertainment.

I find myself searching “screen-free activities”

Whispers of warmth drifting through the air,

The security of being understood,

Such a great feeling,

If only it weren’t so fleeting.

Gentle laughs and puppy kisses,

Light squeezes of a hand,

Who did it, and why does it always sound like my name?