Late Night Train

A rumbling in the distance. A blaring horn. Vibrations throughout the body. Stillness in the dark. Ancient instruments. Running water. Quiet thoughts. Deep breaths. Doors slamming. Heavy footsteps. Clanking ice. Squeaky bed. Murmured voices. Flickering light. Roaring engine. Shadows. Dozing eyes. Soft skin. Sore limbs. Pink background. 11:31. Incoming Call. Excited shrieks. Overwhelming gratitude. Teary eyed. Late. Night.


I Am.

I always envision myself sitting on the top of a soft lush green hill surrounded by hilly mountain tops taking in the vibrant colors of the sky as the sun sets. This is my calm, this is my peace, this is my joy. This is where I am nothing at all. I just exist. Nothing more, nothing less. I Am.

Ukulele Chant.

Time is always ticking, never ending clicking. Countdown…4,3,2,1…start and never stop…on and on to the very top, breathe in breathe out, give it all you got, never a moments rest, this is your test, you gotta be the very best but remember not to stress, because que será será and you’ll always go very far.


Hair in the wind in the backseat of this chevy impala


Boys tryna holla

But I don’t mind

Because I got all the time

Puffin on a fat one

Thinking I’m cool

Pass me the rum

Time to get a little buzzed

And fall in love

If only for a while

Make me feel nice

Hold me so tight

Never let go and say u got it under control

Let’s make the night last

Don’t want it to go too fast

Because it just might pass

Right before our eyes

I gotta go

Watch me disappear into the night

Let the sun rise and then you’ll feel alright