I see you, I do. You’re heard and mean well, I’m sure, but the words are harsh. Advertisements
A sheet of metal made iron hot and stuck in my head: The Migraine
Look outside and spot A star, flower, or person; Now make peace with it.
As we celebrate another birthday, know too we reap what we sow.
You see black and white; I see rainbows. You have blue skies; I have red skies.
There once was a small flower that lived in a box outside my window.
My words are lost; they belong to the ether now and I’m left with this.
This tiny blue dot holds everyone you’ve heard of: All the love and hate [ode to Carl Sagan]