Poetry · Writing

torx

i find myself closer to the bottom of the tool box used only in extreme cases every once in awhile but forgotten when everything is good; i get it when the roof isn't leaking the drawer rolls perfectly i belong in the tool box just wanted to be more

Poetry · Writing

green screen

i love the way you exist in this world with a smile; dark clouds only over the horizon your temprate ignites that darkness leaving your forecast clear and sunny- others will call it a fake a green screen over everything but i've been in that studio they haven't seen the production your light cultivates;