When I was young, I sang of dancing with moon shadows and, I did.   Through operations, I danced and sang to the Lyrics of Optimism, Resiliency and, Bouncing Back.   As I grew older, I began to forget the Meaning behind the Lyrics- the…

Does the loss of an ability mean freedom of responsibility? Can They really take away my voice? It seems I’d find another way to speak my mind, or at least I’d like the choice.   “If I lose my legs, I don’t have to walk…

Spoilers for the end of Portal 2, and a reference to Blue Sky. Press the button – if you dare.

While I am being followed by a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow Leaping up on a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow If I lose my legs, I won’t have to walk no more If I lose my hands, I won’t have to work…

The world can be so simple If we stop to take a pause Only complex as we make it Without any real just cause The beauty in a moonbeam Or shadow of the night Too often lost beneath the bustle Of each bright city light…

Moonshadow After Yusef/Cat Stevens   I’m being followed. Are you being followed, too?   It’s a moonshadow always following me.   My body is fragile. As time goes by  I may lose the use of its parts.   It’s a moonshadow always following me.  …

“After The Moon”   It’s the lightest dark, And the night seems calm, As the moon speaks — And capture my heart.   All my senses comes back again, After losing them for a day. I got my eyes enclose to its mystery, The beauty…

Awkward conversation This is for the man who rang my phone at 11:57pm last Wednesday night. You know who you are. I picked up the phone expecting conversation, something enlightening, maybe some little story about your day, maybe you’d ask about mine….I don’t know. Instead…

  “And if my colours all run dry…”   I’m being followed by a plague doctor plague doctor   plague doctor Fœtid breath of death Slip of leather soles over stone I hear him     creeping closer.   Behind his beaky mask lurk no colours. His eyes…

I wish, I have a cottage Just behind the treeline There will be no noise Enjoy the abundance of cloys I made a strange porridge Its heat attracts a firefly Which sits on the bottle To share my meal and love Suddenly, I broke my…