Sometimes I find myself sitting on a park bench, Lost, unsure and unaware of where my path leads. My bread crumbs have been washed away by my self-doubt, And I can't return to my roots. I'm not allowed to, you see, because my roots have Been buried so deep below, I could never dig my … Continue reading Turbulence
I sleep with the windows wide open My eyes shut, my mind unhinged Waiting for spring, hoping, knowing that Maybe someday we'll fall in love But until then I'll have my daydreams to hold onto And maybe I'll give you the time you need to notice me But my coffee has gone cold and I'm … Continue reading Maybe in May
I made a choice.
I curl back up into my seat.
Watch me belong to history.
in six steps.
A field that sunshine bleeds on.