The water running through my hands is colder than it was yesterday, but it is cleaner than it once had been. “thank you” we say. I wonder if it’s because we have that engraved --or maybe we are grateful. We...

  I find that at the beginning of my cry I keep my eyelids touching So You don’t see my tears. My whole face burns, I bounce my leg up and down to cope, It’s tough keeping my whines veered.   My ...

The same way a child looks at a popsicle, wide eyed, full of excitement, anything that ever upset them in life, faded. there is a focus only placed on the beauty, A popsicle. I sometimes still wish I was a...