Writing

    There was a fox in the woods with a crown bestowed upon his head. He wandered the area, and every other fox bowed to him. He had power, more so than anyone else. 

Far too often the piles cascade too high

I can't see the top of who I am

even though I chose each object,

each emotion,

and each action.

I can't understand the tip of the iceberg though

emptiness is sort of strange, isn't it?

when you've got

an empty piggybank

or

an empty backpack

it isn't much,

it's nothing really.

but to feel empty,

to feel hollow and frankly

The mirror

It speaks now.

Always talking, 

exclaiming, a

constant reminder of the things

that were.

Its image, changing,

sends me back.

This is inspired by and dedicated to Ilia Malinin, who found the possible in impossible, carrying himself with his dreams

True wisdom comes from knowing we

know

nothing.

It wasn't one moment

That made me fall in love

With snowboarding

I didn't stand at the top of the mountain

As the wind whipped my hair

And decided I loved to snowboard

It wasn't the moment when