I’m on the flight back home.
In these glass cages, my heart beat flutters against my rib cage, begging to be freed.
smile when the sun shines on you.
the mad monkey asked me “would you like some tea?”
i had different dreams.
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’Continue reading “my city”
hallucinations tear your mind apart.
paper cranes flyingin golden sky with blue starsto the bright future