You are the shore I keep reaching for, the quiet voice in a world that never stops screaming. With you,

You found me one year ago, when the dark had already learned my name. I was a ruin walking, and

I’am awake, reaching for a voice that taught me silence was safer. The scars don’t show, but the floorboards remember

Words are small gods.They can bless or they can bury.They hold the power to build a person up, and the

You and I in the Buick, Faithfully pouring through the speakers while Delilah blesses the troops. Three quarters, a few