Maybe it has meaning.

Maybe it doesn’t.

That doesn’t stop it from being fascinating.



This apparition finds my thoughts so quickly.

And there are so many masks in front of me.



Maybe hope is closer than we thought.

But be ready for an illusion.


Despite the struggles.

I am lavishly blessed.

All because an infant came to save the world.

Merry Christmas.


And peace be with you.


There’s a glow inside.

But I’m scared of the thoughts which lie within.


::in between::

There are chills outside.

& warmth inside.

We’re trapped in both worlds.


I’m worried that…

…I won’t be around.
…I won’t be strong.
…I won’t be enough.