Poetry · Writing

oak base

chances are the me you knew yesterday is gone; shifted learned something new experienced something different saw something unique he might still walk and breathe the same the tree you walk past everyday you wouldn't notice it everyday but a new leaf sprouted founded on yesterday

Poetry · Writing

trey

two months ago they threw us in cages locked away the key hidden under under nothing, floating concepts thin layer of blue fabric and six feet apart. two months ago we had to re learn what was important how to live self sufficiently