Musings for the collective
Is this all there is?
Behind me I see struggle, wanting, and dreaming
Before me I see struggle, wanting, and dreaming
In me I feel discontent, disconnected, disappointed
I wanted better for...
Drama in the daytime
Flipped tables, and raining charcuterie
Twirling hair and grasping fingers
Raised voices shrieking obscenities and demanding justice
Fourth walls breaking
Calls for...
That whisper of a different life is calling me again
Saying me name, screaming the end
How do I respond, why do I keep waiting for my life to begin
Gimme a chance to change, call to me again
Say...
There is nothing more vulnerable than opening the front door to a newly formed business. When I opened my business I felt filled with hope, longing, and curiosity. I craned my neck to see if a...
