Springtime

She smiles at me.
Her smile is genuine.
Not the fake plastic smiles posed for pictures, but the honest, down to earth smile.

I feel my heart flutter.

I smile back.
A genuine deep-down-from-my-core smile.

I feel her heart flutter. Spring must be in the air.

Insomnia

It sounded so simple.
Lay down.
Close eyes.
Sleep.

It almost seems like dying.

Regression (A social commentary)

We took many steps forward.
Watched as great children turned into great men and women.

One day we tripped -- a collective trip, all of us.
That fall had greater repercussions than we could expect.

All that progress, all that enlightenment,
null.

What is now left on the surface:
our ignorance,
our insecurities,
our prejudices.

Can't we just take one step forward?

Donation

My heart bleeds for you but I can only give so much blood.