“i laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon’t come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots”

“Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun”

“We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We know that the heart is the philosopher’s stone. Our music is our alchemy.”

“The wind is the moon’s imagination wandering.”

“They say that I am a poetI wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottleemotions and place them into the sea for others to unbottle ondistant shores I am unsure as to whether they ever reach and forthat matter as to whether I ever get my point acrossor my love”