What are you chasing?
Hearing Voices
I AM AMERICA
Train Station
Writer’s Block
It’s a cool summer morning.
The wind weakly juggles a honey bun wrapper through a sea of gravel and broken glass before it too flees—
Above, the sun nods off behind a haze of grey sky and we wait.
I wait.
Shuffling uncomfortably a top a damp street bench that hangs limply to the edge of nothing.
It should be arriving soon, so I desperately tug at my sleeve, trying, fighting to stay warm amidst the chill of silence.
—a nothingness in everything, a nowhere.
It’s everywhere.
Just two days ago I was on it. The hustle and bustle and fluttering chatter. Whistles screeching
Never stopping, no.
Always going.
Picking up passengers and dropping off packages pushed with
Purpose.
Fueled with a cargo of possibly and lavished with cushioned seats of novelty–
Ideas.
Its soul trained on creation, choo choo-ing, toot toot-ing on the right tracks.
Railing the way to a destination—
Deadline.
There is a due date and suddenly, the train starts arriving a little—–
Never mind.
“You get off here.”
It let me off with a block in my hand and together we weight.
I wait.
Blinded
Shades of Black and White
Amusement Parks
The moon sits comfortably wrapped in a blanket of stars.
It’s quiet, this world breathes; in and then out.
She comfortably slides today behind eyelashes cloaked in dreams. Whispers her children a lullaby of hope, kisses foreheads and it is night.
This is their 2 a.m, what happens when amusement parks do not make homes in one’s mind. It springs up, lights blinking, cars bumping, chatter.
This is my 2 a.m…
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Although today can be difficult, sharp around the edges, and hard to swallow, there is a tomorrow. She desires to welcome you with open arms. Please let her.