the moment where any room can spin
and i sink into the floor,
that is the fear –
the fear of not being enough

no crash course on the internal
hope,
is not quite eternal
and pots and pans
rattle my cans

there is life –
but what does any of it mean
is any of it –
fuel for our aspirations and our dreams

Work Hard work hard – in a way that i once never did play hard – there were days when … More

collectively –
the ‘left’ feel like a disappointment
the ‘right’ –
what an awful shower

dreams were there,
spinning in my head
and nightmares were waiting
to fold down the corners on my bed