tell me about your favorite day in the whole
world.
tell me about your favorite soul in the whole
world.
tell me about the day your world fell, crushed, at your feet and how you made it through even when you were positive you were going to die.
tell me about your favorite thing on spring mornings.
tell me about how the crisp wind and autumn leaves make you feel after a hot summer.
tell me about your mom and dad.
did they show you kindness to no extent or did they shatter your dreams?
did it make you who you are today?
I don't just wanna know your name, I wanna know you.

"Funny how
two hits of acid
at the right time
and
in the right context
can change everything
for the better, forever.."

serrated text of the other
running down purple lines
of this outstretched wrist

Oh dear readers, please don't forget
that without you there, wherever there is
all of my words just wouldn't exist.

But I do not fear, and I do not regret
for were you not there to be readers
I doubt that I would ever even know it.

Leaves prove to us
the coming of the winter season
gentle floating blades
cut deeply into memory

The innocence of a pile
of orange, reds, and
browns
as they continued to fall
I have
grown

less and less they are noticed
so complacent we have become
to take part in
the joy
of a simple
change of color

She's never been the type
that loves large crowds and
booming parties;
the stress of conforming
weighs too heavily on her
sensitive heart,
and quite frankly, most
people don't fall on the same
end of the color spectrum.

Everywhere on this earth is
home to her, and Mother
Nature is her muse.
A black sheep born with a
wild heart; an indigo
child infatuated
with change and fueled
by tranquility. She is the
virtuoso of her own authenticity.