2 min readJun 16, 2022

A Poem.

A drawing of a stick person being lifted off of the ground, the drawing shows the stick figures feet scurrying, and leaving rubble while being lifted up, and off of the ground holding on to the string of a red balloon flying in the sky. The words, time fly’s, time flies, just above, and along the string of the balloon.
Photo by Belinda Fewings on Unsplash

Time fly’s by…

I try to catch it, but the ground won’t let me reach up that high, nor touch the sky.


Bound to thee.

I don’t know why I try with all my might!

I try so hard to get back to the spaces, and times that are not meant to be.




My ideas on the complexities of our human mind’s with an appreciation for the “darker” realities— Whilst insisting, Hope, remains, unwavering, in all of us!.