I Make A Good Living Doing What

I Was Never Meant To Be This Thing.

That’s What We Were Told—stand Up For Yourself. But That’s Hard To Do If You Don’t Know Who You Are.

I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will Train Me In The Art 
of Opening Up

We So Seldom Understand Each Other. But If Understanding Is Neither Here Nor There, And The Universe Is Infinite, Then Understand That No Matter Where We Go We Will Always Be Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere. All We Can Do Is Share Some Piece Of Ourselves, And Hope That It’s Remembered. Hope That We Meant Something To Someone

A Question Like “do You Love Me?” Was An Itch Our Doctors Told Us Not To Scratch.