Experience

The end of the page is not the end of the world.

Rain is a typewriter making poems.

No one is shadowless; no one has escaped despair.

I watch words wander in the forest of my mind.

Brilliant is the upward view. Do not trust the echoes of darkness.

Don’t discredit an entire life.

Stretching soul to paper is a stranger on vacation.

I am a quiet flame.

The once blank page becomes a dancing space for Truth to break free from hearts that receive.