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The softly sung notes float through each one of my pores

Filling my blood with sadness

The music makes me remember

I can’t keep my face in its attentive smile

Overcome with a sweet recipe of blossoming and inevitable


Mixing with the healing my body is trying to accomplish

I’m hoping no one notices that

I am not who I say I am


I am not



Greetings from Paris

Bonjour! So, I live in Paris now, which is excellent. I haven’t been online in a while, been trying to sort my self out, in a sense. I’m studying out here for the next year, so looking forward to my classes starting, and to speaking a bit of French. Much love.


Transparent and opaque 

Wipers batter the newly fallen raindrops against the sliver of mist

With every hit the coursing and pulsating flow gains a new comrade 

And is pushed through the gap 

Into the unknown freedom 

As each one leaps into the slipstream 

To suicide 

Or welcome comfort, 

They don’t know. 

Maybe both. 


Eventually the downpour ceases 

Leaving abandoned droplets to 


Unsure if the fall is the right move in this game of chess 

Or if they should remain the pawns 

Moving slowly 


Having no purpose, 

But content.