changes.

reach into my heart.
there’s a letter there, waiting for you,
with all of my fears and hopes and dreams written on it.
it’s fragile and hard to get to
and sometimes i lie awake trying to change the words of it,
but please, find that part of me. the part nobody else gets to see.

Echoes

I heard it on the radio,

they found echoes of the Big Bang

racing throughout the Universe,

and I wonder if they mistook

that sound for my heartbeat

moments after you gave me life again.

existence

You once asked me the name
of my favorite poet
and I replied "God".
You laughed and played along
and asked me which one of his
works was my favorite.
I said it was the one where
he wrote you into my existence...

The box.

I have absolutely

no desire to fit in.

The ability to subtract

yourself from the crowd,

is hindered by our need

to be an addition...

Be different.

Live outside the box.