Ahoy! There she is! In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea; her figure so stout and proud. On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering against the coming storms (challenges) and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue...

Who is it that sighs? Who is it that lies? Who is it that cries? Who is it that dies?   It can't be he. It can't be she. It can't be thee. It can't be me.   Attached to a self image. All blind to the view. That we are...

I’m not asking you to kiss me, nor apologize to me when I think you’re wrong. I won’t ask you to hug me when I need it most. I don’t ask you to tell me how wonderful I am,...