#notinmyname

a silent protest.
their first of many, i hope.
never in their names!

un-see

what happens when you
see your life differently?
how do you un-see?

not so grown up

the runway beckons
five little fingers clutch mine
a pilot, not yet

achtung!

soft
like cookie dough
crumbly
like a cookie
but she was firm under fire

stagnant

wind won't stop blowing
the ocean won't stop churning
let go and let live

an end, and a beginning

almost five years now,
honestly though, more like ten
i've moved on, have you?