Second Wind

In the dream, I asked him, "Pa, how do I become strong like you?"

Upon waking up, I realized it was one of the most honest things I've said in the past few years.

Saudade

The tragedies of our existence reinforce the poignant and wistful beauty of fleeting moments.

 Farewells and endearments left unsaid.
The lingering memory of those long gone.
The aching remorse of regrets.
The fading loveliness of the dying.

This is the yoke of the living.

Locker Room Lock Your Room

And I hate the guy using locker 51
because I want to have him
                           to be him

and I could never have him
                          or be him

I am stuck with me
wretched and wrecked


and lonely