small servings,

theres a moment, socks come off, a deep

breath follows your sigh, i hear

the ocean humming 

and dip my toes. 

i used to really like shaking shoulders,

holding you

up for air. Some people speak air. 

some people seek air. 

gloves come off, it's not selfishness, 

my dissappointment in

the individuality of every one

has bruised the fighter in me. 

i would sink if i knew unity was actually a word. 

screen shot of my phone when it froze during one of those american idol type commercials on pandora.

a card for arnold, elated to have had such a good soul read me from the voice i carry, to the lines i draw, and give me comforting words of encouragement. 

i like sympathy, i think.

self-portrait

Letters hurt, words unheard.

Waiting in the guest room at the emergency clinic, a boy in a wheel chair was pulled up and left sitting idle as the nurses frantically tried to type the code to open the door to the main entrance of the emergency department, his short deep breaths held the nurses fingers back, giving me enough time to watch his contorted body cringe further and further into a stupor as he whispered:  it. hurts.

Hard to to say, need to find another form of communication, but then I think of the whale whose song no one has ever answered because her voice is too low for any other whale to hear. 

collaborated

what i did

what @andre_nieto did