Inner Renovations Project, Poetry & Musings

change.

Today, the sky is different. The clouds drift in a curious way. My steps are the same, but the ground feels unfamiliar. I wonder if there is something waiting for me. Unidentifiable feelings fill the space around my heart. Undefined thoughts skip about my mind. Around me there is calm. The kind that precedes the… Continue reading change.

Inner Renovations Project, Poetry & Musings

youth.

It was under there the whole time. I took it for dead, not looking past the wooden casing that symbolized that its work had been done, its battle had been won. But not the war. Maybe a part of me wanted it to be over, to lay it to rest. I was exhausted and so… Continue reading youth.