flight back

I’m on the flight back home.

Hephaestus’ Cage

In these glass cages, my heart beat flutters against my rib cage, begging to be freed.

leave your side

smile when the sun shines on you.

mad monkey

the mad monkey asked me “would you like some tea?”

different dreams

i had different dreams.

my city

more than 16 years, i spenttreading cracked sidewalks dreams extending to the skylinesinvisible to mortal eyes small city girllying on carpets of dried grass,sticks uncomfortably in my backand the absence of stars beige and gray and greenor, rather, the absence of greenpainted with artificial and the close-knitted community(wait – i didn’t even know my neighbors’

dangers of imagination

hallucinations tear your mind apart.

imagination

paper cranes flyingin golden sky with blue starsto the bright future