Change I struggle to seepast the exhaustionblanketing me;I've made my bedI can chooseto lie elsewhere
Tension tension lurksbeneath the surfaceof each interaction,waiting for the slightestprovocation to burstupon the scene;can you bean agent of peacein a world eagerto go mad
Reckoning burnt brown leaveslitter a summer sidewalk;we refuse to recognizethe reckoningsurrounding us
