there's a growth

in all that aloneness

can deem itself.

a companionship

that knows how to

share your kind of

space.

one that just keeps

pouring in, one that

just keeps pouring out.

one that just keeps.

sheets swirl about me
pinning, crushing, they hiss, ‘don’t
leave; you’ll drown out there’

in 1996
when i was seven years old
my father introduced me to my first ever search engine
he told me i could
search
for anything i wanted
anything at all
so
i
typed
in
dolls

The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old