This journal, both washed and found,
whose owner failed to detail or date their thoughts and friends,
respectfully acquiesces to your solicitation.
don’t want to be desperate
unveiling
a sun, set
a step
better than hopping on the I-10
Only you.
Am I a rebound?
imperfect creature
…can I come over?
Have I become too self aware?
happy birthday to me
if it will be like this forever
make me reliant
All of that to say–
let it be so.
the truth sets you free, right?
Alone and in My Body
“If there is a place, a soul, a being, a person, a cosmic reality out there beyond this world—
guide my lungs, guide my lips, that they breathe truth and speak life into those around me.”
echoes
“I learned the beauty of a touch. The desire for more. Something beautiful and scary, yet again. An echo chamber of wanting to do the right thing, hoping you did, and wondering if you didn’t.”
darkness falls, questions raised
i find myself discovering that the darkness is essential to the human experience, as it elicits a human response.
the art of the art
my name is Scally. i am a storyteller, a musician, a yapper, a feeler, a feeling. i get lost, and i find. and it truly is a pleasure to be here.