I often wonder,
with a feeling of great tragedy
and listlessness,
of what would have happened
should I have scrounged up the money
to pursue my dream.
Overcome by woe,
I can't help but fear
how different things might be
had I flown off
where no one I know has been before,
cringing at the thought
that I might have sacrificed triumph
for comfort,
happiness
for safety,
that I let the mere matter of money
pour cement over everything I've ever wanted.

Everyone will
meet everyone

Here, in this hazy land
of cigarette smoke

Gold flecks glint behind hazy deadened eyes

Like sunbeams blocked by a brewing storm cloud

Thunder cracks

I could cry any moment

and I don’t

I could fly any moment

and I don’t

I ask why every moment

and I don’t

find any answers where there are none to be found

Your smile warms my morning like the Thai Lemon Ginger tea that is your favorite.

In fact, a glass of hot water in your presence would not require a tea leaf to be the most exquisite beverage I could enjoy.