There are no words for the weight, only the sound it makes dragging through time.

fish from the stream of my thoughts

The dream whisperer hovers near me

We are hard-pressed in every way, but not cramped beyond movement; we are perplexed, but not absolutely with no way out.

“You don’t know who you are until you’re in a fight for your soul.”

We can only be one person

From a strange dream that didn't make any sense

It was touch and go—FOR ME!

ER visit, that’s how.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul…