A young man gets a glimpse into the literal and figurative top of society and finds it wanting.
“She politely declines, preferring to spend her days in the soft sunlight, arranging the weary roses…” Inspired by the poem by Sylvia Plath.
“I spent the weekend | Doing just what I wanted… Doing just what I hated” – stewing in memories and heartache.
Lack of trust causes “a tide that will sweep/me away from you.”
An active portrait of an intangible noun.
“We’e all waiting | For the right one | To come along | Make everything better.”
A brief break in loneliness.
Alone at night, she lies in bed and cries out for comfort and greater meaning in life.
Is it possible to cross the waters between these islands on which we all live?
A straightforward, honest expression of deep emotion.