We are birthed of selflessness and sacrifice, Connected by more than just

He’s a shell of a man, Haunting the halls of childhood memories.

How badly do I crave stability that I am willing to pull

Twinkling specs of gold surround me as the night grows longer, Colder.

When I am asleep, i am brought on missions, foreign and far

I wish I could write an ode to my toes, To express

August 13th, 2018 On a balcony overlooking Church Street Toronto, Ontario 12:38am

July 30th, 2018 Dundas Station 10:23pm I only had one headphone in,

We all meet free birds who land unplanned, Who will gaze into