What you’re waiting for is still being built. The delay is love, not punishment.

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

I may only be dirt, but even dust can float and be beautiful in the morning sun.

fish from the stream of my thoughts

I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as if I had wings.

The dream whisperer hovers near me

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

ER visit, that’s how.

Man, the things that come to us in the middle of the night.

Even prophets lay down under trees. Even heroes get tired.