Did you not know you were brighter than the other kids? A shooting star in the dim lit town we grew up in. I saw the shimmer, I saw the light, I saw the twinkle in troubled eyes. Truer than blue, bluer than sky, If I look up now I might wonder why I looked…

There’s nothing new to say No phrase to explain how to stir your soul Knowing the want is unattainable But still, I pine Call me a tree then Maybe I’ll grow taller Instead of stagnant water molding the forest floor Puddles breeding mosquito pits Call me disease then Maybe I’ll infest the cracks Of the…

Still yet, afraid to write. Must I fear the audience? Scarlet bags packed, running. Too hard to unsack the rancid memories. Youth spinning away as fast as the merry-go-round turning. Mind churning. Dizzy and dignified, I ask to stop. The operator reassures me to not be alarmed. This is only a test.