always riding on autopilot
sometimes to take a hand

to move the pieces on the board
and change the look of it all.

In the courtroom
there are incoherent murmurs
whispers
"I wonder if it will change"
siblings
strangers to each other
bound by blindness
and gorgeous imperfections;
each an abstract reflection
of another.
Guilty.
Not guilty.
Human.
Human.

If you want to know
what is happening
to the world,
don't just watch
the news every night;
watch what happens
to yourself
after watching
the news
every night.

I've started hating all
of the music that
I love
and maybe it’s because
I hear you in every
song

forgive me
but i still think of him
while you hold me

It's the season,
Which provides reason,
For hot cocoa by an open flame.
Entangled in your arms,
Lost in the world of make-believe.