Yearning

I hold myself tightly… but I also wish for someone to break down these walls.

colorful future

the future calls, bright and colorful

village dreams

In this infinite place, I promise you forever.

capitalism

why capitalism is messed-up.

melancholy waves

you wish and hope and dream and reach for something you never get.

burnt-out

I looked for the sun,day after day,my hands always reaching outto cup a bit of that flame – save it for myself. I looked to be the best,looking for that gold that I wanted to decorate my room with,but my greed was never satisfied,and the world’s gold wasn’t enough. I looked to the horizonas my

resolutions

and the first day of a new year dawns,bringing with it a sunrise of hopeand possibilities and unfulfilled dreams. a collective sigh of reliefas the mountains and valleys exhale – a breeze blows across our hair, ruffling it pen to paper, heart to heart, eye to eye,we promise and we wish and we hope for