Poor people in the streets all around me. Begging for change, not asking for money. Change on greater scales. So they can educate themselves, digest some food and pay for bills. Uncomfortable truth. People living like broken convertibles. No roof....

Tomorrow isnebulous at best.A dream of onewho still sleeps.You are alive now.Awake in this freshgreen world.In the planning, weforget to live.Ask the mice and menhow plans go.There are traps andtrivialities that keepyou from carrying on.Funny things happen onthe way...

some days I feel so far away because no one hears silent screams so detached from my mind i’ll accept with time there's no place for me I feel so real yet so fake no one finds the time to think about my feelings about my...