no flaws June 19, 2009 a poet's playground, alternate avenues sat on the roof looked upon the lawn grass not as green as the weeds flowers that had dropped from the trees no flaws at all Share Tweet
anxiety isn’t the enemy if i could bathe away fear i would soak for days finding ways to convince myself anxiety isn’t the enemy coming to grips with apprehension is growth they say baby steps i feel more like a crawl wanting my security blanket that was tossed