We Are Not Born To

Through All Of Youth I Was Looking For You Without Knowing What I Was Looking For Part Memory Part Distance Remaining Mine In The Ways That I Learn To Miss You From What We Cannot Hold The Stars Are Made.

We Are The Echo Of The Future.

We Are Asleep With Compasses In Our Hands.

Poetry Is A Way Of Looking At The World For The First Time.

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.