testing the waters

        seems fitting spring begins here the origin of life          

little fires

        sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out sometimes I let it burn but there’s always that ash sticking to the soles of my shoes the gritty tracks follow me for days      

in between the dark and the light

        “Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world” ~ John Muir      

about last night

        I prefer the messiness of real life      


          “He’s a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” ~ Stephen Chbosky