Xanadu
 

What once was a shining bright star, now a collective grouping of gas and dust. You shined once, and you shine again igniting a supernova...

I feel museumed, eyes glued to my skin, can’t move, have to stay on my platform. I feel museumed, stuck in the same position, face...

I remain rooted in place, wanting to be your barrier. Extending my arms into the heavens, in hopes that I can collect the falling stars...

A door is still a door. Even when it's open, it beckons with promise of comfort And privacy. Yet it harbors secrets untold. The secrets...

Words are still Words, whether you say I’m Happy To Be Here, or reassure a crying friend with It’s Okay. When the retail worker tells you...