Wanting Crystal

…It, this thing, had so much promise such newness. It tasted like wind, like cool water, I felt it land on me like sun rays.

Sweet Sadness

Loving someone is both sacred and vile. Vile because it, the thing we cannot name, becomes something that binds us in light and darkness; surely will grow or change while it creeps into some dark, rusty, abandoned place, through circumstance, non-believing, or some other form of organic drizzling. Like a remnant memory from one of…

Everybody. Deserves. Housing.

…There should be a range of housing choices for people based on room number, neighborhood, pet eligibility, and proximity to public transit, work, schools, and daycares.