Sometimes, the most profound language is Silence

A portrayal of emotional detachment

A journey of seeking clarity and wisdom in nature, contrasting the timeless serenity of mountains with personal tumult.

Look inside your back pocket and find me Hold me up to sunlight... light me up

Did shooting stars forget to tell you Of all the wishes that I made? Did you by chance notice my coins Collecting rust in fountain beds?

The poem captures our struggle for meaning in a chaotic world, highlighting our reliance on fate and illusions for guidance.

My tea is cooling, laptop fan humming The tap is drumming on the sink

Oh what a show I write for you The biggest smile I draw for you

It was just a little fleeting glimpse, Like the sunrise from behind the hills

The sun rays scatter through the air, Empty around, nothing there.