Dirty // Hope

Little lapses into love and reconciliation

Shoot for the moon and 
Hope for the stars
Mirrors scar the unscathing

Long talks about dirty places
Faces forward to the sun.



Little indiscretions echo
across the valleys
that separate our points of view.

The proof is in the pudding
and the milk has been left out far too long

Wings spread wide with a run and a jump to


yet stumbling blocks trip and tear, thrashing me to the surface just shy of spectacular segue to solid ground.

Forte found in fornicated praise.
The search for everything begins and ends in the middle of nowhere, stark sterile no-mans land devoid of identity.