Because all experiences are valuable.

Friday, October 21, 2011


Peace comes in the middle of the night.
My hair is down,
I download silence like an app.
No one looks for me.
The light is on and I am up,
I have the biggest thoughts,
Realer than dreams.
I can write here as if my fingertips were keys themselves-
Colored tips, lettered gems.
Nothing to hold me here at all, and
I am gone.
Where no one could find me in all the lifetimes left, unless
They knew me so well that
My hands became theirs.