The children are crying

Back and forth we go if it wasn't so destructive it would just┬ábe silly So I think I'll come down on silly even though the pit of my stomach is endless dark and full of gravity I keep yelling to no one -maybe I should listen- Can't you hear the child crying? The children are … Continue reading The children are crying

All I See Is Me

I look at you and all I see is me And I disagree with myself And can't understand why. The act of prying my perception From your personhood Is like pulling on Velcro until You realize it doesn't come apart Am I stuck to this perception Am I one piece of fabric How the hell … Continue reading All I See Is Me