People Say That Eyes Are Windows To

Life Is A Train, Get On Board.

It Always Hurts More To Have And Lose Than To Not Have In The First Place.

I Brought Hassan’s Son From Afghanistan To America, Lifting Him From The Certainty Of Turmoil And Dropping Him In A Turmoil Of Uncertainty

And That's The Thing About People Who Mean Everything They Say. They Think Everyone Else Does Too.

I Want To Tear Myself From This Place, From This Reality, Rise Up Like A Cloud And Float Away, Melt Into This Humid Summer Night And Dissolve Somewhere Far, Over The Hills. But I Am Here, My Legs Blocks Of Concrete, My Lungs Empty Of Air, My Throat Burning. There Will Be No Floating Away.