Deep in space

there is

a black hole

overflowing

with scrunchies

Ask your wounds

for their

origin story

Only paper

can hold

the weight

of worlds

created

You

are

the love

of your

life

Release

Heal

Grow

The storms

in your life

nourish you

for better

tomorrows

The feeling

of being too much

or not enough

are both

lies

Act as if

you can’t fail

soaking up

the lessons

that entail

Somewhere

there is a

parallel world

where we’re

living our

non pandemic

dreams

Empty stadium

Players on base

Crowd soundtrack