I realized that everything I wanted to find wasn't so amazing as it sat in my palms. I finally understand. I finally understand.

full title: said epiphany: you breathe too much for something so small

a sonnet of an ephemeral love

Tanka. Talks about the northern lights in a singular manner, then plural.

I know thats not really an acurate portrayal of composers, so forgive me. About how sometimes singers/performers get the credit for the great minds who actually write the music.

on childhood innocence...a metaphorical piece...

she needs more than the butterflies.

"We swore once/along the side of the spray/we'd be as Pan/and never grow up/except our wish backfired..."

The phoenix may fly and the angels may dive, but when the ice is slippery, it's all too easy to slide into the underworld...

Let go and let God suspend you in His love...

Sans Amour, on n'a pas besoin des ailes. Triste.

I don't know how to describe this one. Difficult to understand and maybe a bit sad. If you believe it or not, it took me five months to write it, but now I'm quite proud of it.