We’ve decided that our morality is directly dependent on how much we can hold, how often we repost the pain, how loudly we yell “freedom!”…

I want to get it all down, decide what is solid and set it, so I can go on naming the rest. I will start here, at the only beginning I know…

waiting, waiting, waiting for some sorry soul to come looking, so she can go knocking at a home that been emptied in search of some place warm and dry, another eye roll from our dear friend…

The candlelight flickers and I’m alone again, in the center, a new beginning among the ordinary…