The One Thing I Know
No one asked, no one among the lies, none knew, only the silence by words remained bare in the dirt. That strip of dark innocence
Crowded Canvases of Nothing
that night, I drew colors so vibrantly dull and all the shades of gray did not even begin to explain the complexities it meant.
A Good Day Is When You Say Nothing
No one sees the first single raindrop from the clear skies above with the cotton candy clouds. Small, ready and precise.