climb the ladder of my aspirations fill my lungs with potential to come life is just swirling in concert around me i quiet my thoughts ’til the song becomes clear 11.4.17

some mornings i sip coffee on others tea depending on how awake i wish to be 11.3.17

my world is a menagerie of fantasy and fact creative mind colors a life that’s white or black over time my day dreams nourish what i lack soon all desired i’m able to attract 11.2.17

words perch lightly spread like branches from a tree of thought i let them settle, to consider their place amongst the phrases i intend to write. 11.1.17