Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch

Faulty steps
but laced with
conviction,
destination reached.

beautiful things
come at just the right time
the universe sings
so sweet and sublime

the wood for the trees
the sea for the sand
the wind for the breeze
the hurt for the hand...

honesty teaches you reverence
solitude teaches you severance
reality teaches you consequence
the effect this has had on my confidence


beautiful things
come at just the right time
and it's time

I've run out of sober
and am left
with inebriated

Sober, what art thou
I'm wondering
with Sarsaparilla

To a tee
I fit
some feeling

And it isn't
the one
you think

It's closer
to one
you drink

with sunshine
I am
slaking