Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad

My Mother Used To Tell Me When I Went Somewhere, "please Leave Your Foolishness At Home." But How Could I Do That? It Was Stuck On Me.

If Someday, In A Morning, You See You, In A Mirror Or The Dent Of A Spoon, And Wonder Where Is My Soul And Where Has It Gone, Remember This: Catch The Gaze Of A Woman On The Metro, Subway, Tram. Look At A Man. Seek And You Will Find You In The Silvered Space, A Flash Between Souls.

Getting Over What You Did To Me Is Not Why I Get Out Of Bed Anymore.

I Do Think That All Of Us Think In Poems.

Maybe When Your Mother Died Young, You Became Instantly Old.