waiting is what ties us together. distant stars floating apart we are not; if i send you a message, I await.

so much of this interaction is your response. I send to you and so much of it is about your response.

what the other has shared vs what the other has said!

my mom and I both making sounds of puffing air on the phone as an attempt at connection by showing a positive reaction to what the other has shared

gas and water and hope

orange sun in the morning as the start of a familiar apocalyptic NY summer

Co asking me do I have a favorite graffiti tag because they want to notice more. A question for noticing more.

I want to feel alive, go after life

we all struggle

the rock is a guiding force and it guides our decisions. the class is about chipping away at the rock

we have a rock inside of us, what is in this rock is what we wonder if we can live without

poem on subway wall of fresh blades of grass lets you feel the separation of the day from what came before