Writing

Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart

it's like a platonic ballad

it's like you are playing

through first loves

and forbidden loves

and grass in the summer

and crunchy chips

Everyday I fight a hidden fight.

you wouldn't know it.

I hide it,

At school, 

In class

at any moment I could breakdown in a fit of tears 

of pain

anger

because I have hearing loss.

Thus blows a wind,

Sharp as sand,

Cold as ice,

Hard as stone.

Thus blows a wind,

Softer than sheep,

Warm as the sun,

Smooth as slate.

“As you approach the cart, you hear a faint sound of shuffling in one of the crates, as if-“

“I smash it with my mace!!”

“RUE!!”

The Bible ends the flood with hope 
Genesis 9:11,  never again by water 
But this afternoon, I learned 
God never promised about fire 

I hate that 
Icarus gets all the ink. 
His hubris penned down for eternity while 
His scorched flesh watched on. 

But never is it Daedalus. 
Daedalus, who waits. 
The waiting Daedalus.