train at six | poem

tie your laces feel the beads of sweat stuck to your skin look at the slowly sinking afternoon sun the harsh feel of crushed rock beneath your exposed knee and then hear the sound– that sound you had only ever heard in the stillness of deep night hear the train tremble on its track some…

what did they do before they invented the silence?

I wonder if I’m as loud as my cells and organelles. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. ~ What did they do before they invented the silence? What could they have done before its existence? It must have been an impossible time, because I can never find it. Outside, I hear the animals. Inside, I…

How Hard Are You Working?

My least satisfying days are the ones where I am both restless and drained. I feel like I’m not doing enough, like there are more responsibilities I should be handling, and I wonder if I’m working as hard as I should. I feel fidgety, squirming on the inside. But at the same time, I’m too…