My sternum pops

When I inhale deeply, bringing my chest forward, my sternum pops. A quiet little crack...  I am reminded then, and now, that I am fragile-- I am bones  Skin  Cells  I am aging, Dying--  Every second.  But when I breathe, I am also aware  That I am living.  Growing  Aching  And striving  To live longer...  … Continue reading My sternum pops

a poem for april

Today I'm feeling like ranting about the month of April. Here it goes: it's freezing today and yesterday was hot truly sweating up a storm, suffocatingly hot and today I can't feel my toes... why do you do this, April? are you Spring or not? a representation of not knowing what to wear

So what I daydream?

So what, I daydream? There are endless rows of sky in my brain Buckets and barrels of colorful paint I can be anywhere I want with just a blink So what, I daydream? I'm free to go and come as I please