What Crosses My Mind

  • Dreams Scream

    Oh to be lost inside a dream, to not awaken, to live inside its stream, to be less spoken. For there is a journey then, languishing in the story, when then we wonder when, we might this mystery. Well one moment feel secure, another takes a dive, such a travel is obscure our reality feel…

  • Finding Voice

    I walked outside and screamed at the bottom of my driveway, only because I knew no one would notice, well, they did, and their doors shut, I stood in my neighborhood and felt completely alone.   The manicured lawns, similarly styled rose gardens, the roof repair and invisible fences, street signs that suggested we all…