First comes everything. Some of what is, I think, some of what I think, I say, and some of what I say, you hear. Each tier, a fraction of the one that came before- a scrap from which we grasp at understanding. What lies within those silent moments, clouded eyes. those “neverminds?” The in-between of what you […]
They say you’re not a real New Yorker until you’ve cried in public.
With thoughts awhir inside my head Unceasingly from dawn till bed I look at you and then, instead, I am still. I thought within my anxious mind, In constant searching I would find But though I sought I was but blind I see you. It seemed that I could earn my truth Life as some […]