in ( h a n d s ) visible

a space to fill
(when...)



beside me
(who...)






the search
may not
be mine
(will it be?)

Burden

What (who) are we living for?

It's all happening Around

I'll watch









I'll smile








I won't say a word.

Everything Crisp

The dreams we have will light our eyes even when they open

Redirection

People have their reasons for living.

There are things to protect.
things to serve.

promises to make.
to keep.
to keep forever.

love to find.
to never find.

love to have...
to make
to maintain.

love to feel and feel together.

we'll all find our ways to help us breathe -

our ways to grow those smiles and lick those tears.

no one can say they know our roads...

or see the color of the skies from our windows.

we'll pile the pillows on the way we want
and dance the way our theme songs make us feel.

Unimaginable

It seems almost weird to me now.
imagining what it would be like
doesn't really hold any
mystery or magic
anymore.
perhaps my motivation has found
another target (i like to think).
or maybe it's just that all the walls i've faced
never had any doors
windows
or ladders.
i've stopped looking around for a way.
i'll just gaze at my own two feet
or search the skies for something
to hold on to.
my hands will lead the way through the streets...

i tell others not to hold their breath for me.
expectations have settled in the fathoms now.
they'd be searching in the dark for a while
and my lungs are better of breathing.

Simple

Aggravation is a self-administered poison. Inoculate yourself with tasks you're capable of completing.