Slavery of all types is outlawed. So why does my human life have a cost value? Everyone has different needs. So why do you hold me to a medical equipment registry? Not every life necessity is medical. So why do you hold me to a different standard? Medical equipment is for those with a need…

There once was a girl who lived in a cage. The door was not locked but she could not leave. Chains tied her down at the ankles that nobody could break. On occasion, she would struggle against it but the furthest she could reach was the door. Sometimes people would visit, but never for long.…

Perspective is a funny thing. It can bring clarity. Or deceive. The clouds in the sky become flat behind a TV screen. Talking to a friend brings new interest in a music genre. The news spreads unwarranted panic. Seeing a giant sequoia tree in person brings new depth of mind. Politics are drawn as true…

I love it when I smell those soothing scents. Jasmine and wisteria. Mountain misery and redwood pine. Rain and ocean mist. The scents that roll over and comfortably blanket like cut grass on a warm day. *** I love it when I taste what I adore. Macaroons and tea. Homemade boysenberry and chocolate chip ice…

I meet you here. In the unreality and a different world. I can be what you or I need. Here I can explore and fight. But this time without fear. *** You meet me here. Looking for a friend. Looking for competition. Looking for someone with a lowered guard. For you know I am without…

I can never tell when it will show. Teeth sharp as needles. It could be today with a glance at the horribly familiar. Always remembering and never forgetting. It could be next week with a familiar wail. Too close for comfort. It could be next year at the anniversary of that evil time. A clock…

I scream. So the tears have meaning. So I demand notice. So the thoughts are drowned out. I scream. *** I cry. When words fail. When the hurt is too great. When that need stays empty. I cry. *** I hate. The hollow pain. The electric ache. The feeling of the end. I hate. ***…

I see the ground before me.The ground broken by many feet before mine.I can see myself walking the same path in my own mind.I want to go down this same path. I strain every muscle in my legs to move.Will my feet to touch the ground and thrive.I can almost convince myself it is happening.So…

Waves flow over. Drowning out the uncertain. The current starts as a salve on the skin. Water warming instead of burning open cuts. Becoming exciting electric in time. *** I drink the earth and the skies. I taste the flavors of the variations of reality. Entire worlds in mind’s eye. Alluring distorted mirror. I bathe…

Being in this world is like sinking but sometimes you float instead.  You feel like one way is up but gravity has flipped while you were not looking.  You swim to move forward but sometimes your fins have been replaced with wings and one must learn to fly.  Air and water sometimes feel identical.  Neither…