on why

“Why do you keep doing it?” It being: singing, writing songs, writing poetry, trying to get gigs, putting oneself out there when the indifferent world groans from the weight of over-saturation. Excuses: Look hard enough and someone, somewhere, has already voiced my thought or written that melody or used that chord progression. Someone always beats…

on falling

Your immensity and my diminuition  are not mutually exclusive. I, by nature of existing as this tiny blip, a mere speck, a smudge, a spot, an ant, a period. I, by nature of existing create your necessity. You need my tiny toes as much as I need your tumbling miles of stone. Formed in a…