i tried to stay away — turned the haiku they wrote us the other way rationed myself to scraps of non-fiction hid the books i craved under...

i do not have the luxury of languishing in loneliness marinating in misery not now not when i’m within kissing distance of the finish...

and do we not need the occasional storm to banish idle dust soak our lands fertile prepare our seeds to germinate to their highest...

i am sorry that leaving me was so hard for you the sting of my words is still living under your skin over a year later

you swallow light whole.

through the great sieve of time.

like asking a cactus to grow in a monsoon.

i’ve come to believe the obstacles we encounter are the marriage between fate and happenstance, hand-picked to nurture the unlikeliest...

present your boundaries unapologetically not as deficiencies but as a non-negotiable fact of the matter a sanctuary your soul’s dwelling...

how is it that despite your various transgressions my heart still lurches towards you like a flower chasing the sun?