You are needed

We are all something made with a purpose, We are all waiting for that reason to come, Walking in at us from the distant shores of maybe… maybe one day, Melting over us with the surety of now… now you are needed, Here is your stage call, It’s your turn to act your part, here…

My words do not speak for me

I feel a little hollow sitting here by my open window, The sun has set and the lights are on Cold air seeps between the gap the window leaves. I am alone again, in my room. Am I hollow or am I made of glass, to be so see through? Can you not see me…