Post-it Note

Today I want to run away Forget goodbyes, leave without a wave I don't know where I'll go, but I'll know When I finally make it on my own   The Critic breathes down my mind My graphite does little to find A place in which I exist Seperate from all of this   My…

March

Often when I'm bored at work I'll watch a procession behind my eyes Every smile And every mistake Every tear And every triumph   It strikes me that I must be dying My whole life passing behind my eyes A slow encroaching death   Recently, that death receded a margin My whole future stretching out…

3:51am

It’s now, when the sun has long since disappeared and the souls of the world have resumed their dreams.   It’s now I feel most open, my mind most forgiving. The Doubter and Critic have retired their ceaseless ramblings.   It’s now my mind races, sharpened by the clarity born only of pressure.   My…