Stuck

I could be running or
Perhaps even flying!
My feet however
Can only take me so far…
Most especially when the rain comes

I tend to celebrate first.
Though sometimes
I could just use a good screaming.

Never Leave Home Without

those dreams.

Where Shall We Go Today?

Colors

Shall it all fall into place?
Shall I be embraced with a welcome?
More than empty breaths of reflexes?
More than pardons and fake smiles?

Beyond the very gray

Lurking underneath the most colorful of cheers
Shall I see faith
With a mighty, good, heartfelt hand shake
Especially from the one
Whom I thought of as real and blind in the right proportions?

Shall my idea of colors be allowed to stay alive in the palette?
Or shall it be ripped apart and be labeled convenient names?

A Life, For Granted?

Warmth…but essentials are taken for granted…a crippled heart…
A face or phase associated with some unpleasantries…Jumping up and down for joy for the grayest of perks and presents?...I wonder how I became…I cannot move…
I am chained…my world is far away…and I am left alone…under the warm rain…where my tears are preferably left unseen.

Where The Heart Is

First 24th

Sadness

"An Ode"

Stop!

Live Collage