hide

there isn't much space to hide here
where every room looks into the other
and the most important things are on display
on a shelf of dust

if I could hide away I could
germinate
grow
produce

but what grows in isolation
no bee to pollinate me
no wind to carry my seed
only dust to gnaw on
and spiders

Stories

I want to be a teller of stories. That's what I want from life. I don't care if it is through writing, acting, filmmaking... I just want to tell stories.

I've been developing a crazy dream where I go to nursing school and when I graduate I work with the elderly and record their stories somehow, probably through writing. They have such important things to say, to teach all of kids who know nothing about living hard lives.

Who knows if it will happen.