Xanadu
 

What to tell the heart? To pump oxygen and blood. Give life a pulse. But what if you told it to, flutter like a million butterflies, ...

Like a weatherman telling the world how the hurricane will act.   Or a stop sign demanding cars to stop and go. But that is not how life...

Smooth stages turn to gravel under deadbeat dancers. Pointe shoes scrape over pebbles of laminate— Sleeping Beauties disfigured into...

Daydreamer— Staring off to space.  Walking in a pace. Lips running, trying to win a race. I'm in—my own world.  Thoughts forming....

Your companionship is a withering flower. Confined in a glass vase  of still water, relying  on sunlight through windows. But that...