We don't see the world as it is, we see it as we are.

Biking to the afterlife Shiny expensive black car with suspicious tinted windows and sleek chrome accents is pulled up next to the curb. The...

Maybe 7? 8? 9? I'm not sure any more. I wasn't in middle school yet but I was definitely bigger, at least starting to top 70 lbs, w...

Restricted self, fat self, now self. What do you have to say to me? Fat self: I'm afraid of change. I'm afraid of having the things ...

I'm flying, but I'm just a sparrow under the vast sky. I'm tall on my new self powered machine but yet so small. The lake, start...

It's that dark time. Time to pull the black air out of one's eyes. Along rain glistened streets feet shuffle like a marching shadow....

I got funny looks heading out this morning. Rain poured down, the sky glowered a deep grey, and there I was, wheeling my bike out for my com...

In the silence of Monday morning I move through an abandoned world accompanied by just a few other hard-working ghost people. The lake shore...