Albert Camus once said that truth is like light, “…a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.” One would argue that knowing the...

To make forceful contact and move past a crossroad To make decisions, to act and not bear the burden of all loads we allow our minds to...

The first time I saw you It’s a nostalgic memory not painted in black and white And when we spoke All words that aren’t quite right An...

The room had an air of darkness Different from the moments spent in it’s light A dusty piano trapped in a corner Locked with our memories...

This poem was scribbled 3 years ago behind my A&P notes but I’m deciding to post it with the hopes that someone out there needs to hear it