Every day I sigh with a whisper.
“One day closer.”
I don’t know what I get closer too.
But when I have it I’ll sigh with relief  and instead whisper to myself.
“Finally.”

The outer world has drifted
away into a nonexistent
dimension, while the inner
world hovers in silence,
waiting for its counterpart
to return.

sometime
s

I wish

I

was a fashion designer or someonelikethat maybe living in newyork being botheredbymynicotineaddiction but happy to not have to go stand intherain

wearing bellsleevesonatuesday and feeling n i c e and callingmymotherbefore dinner and having lunch withmybest friend and her dog

and living a life asleep

sometimes

it feels good towishicouldbe someone else and to know that instead i will alway
s

b e  m e

Am I trying to help you
Because your pain
Is too much for you to bear
Or because seeing you like this
Is too much for me to bear

Years later I will remember your name
And all the sweet things
And wonder what could have changed
Between two strangers

“Eyes are the windows to your soul”
      And while that may be true
         I see an entire doorway
           When I look into you
            Corridors full of art
             Leading to eternal
                     sunshine
            I see a friendly door
          With a welcome home
                        sign.