Words are accepting. Always there to help you through stress and emotional turmoil. They help you confront your biggest fears, face to face, and give you the confidence to abolish them. My dreams and aspirations suddenly make sense, and my thoughts are given life. They are beautiful, and need recognition.

The Waxing Moon

Between each dust-coated shade, a sliver of purity makes its presence known

light years ago the entire room would have been flooded with innocence

yet now the blinds are drawn, preventing the taint of such beauty.

outlines of childhood friends project against the papered wall

how ever scarce, but strong enough for recognition.

the time for their nightly march has fallen

away from the bedridden comfort

toward impending liability

as we ever so slowly follow along with the waxing moon

with our star ridden eyes, and our over flowing hearts we look forward with promise

and an excess of anxiety.