When my mind is blue…. I paint lilies with the dew. In the chaos of my heart, I draw songs out of the midst. Resonant and resounding. Upon my aged young face, I place sparkles upon the creases of each line. In my profound loneliness I’ve found consolation in poems. Ive learned to see patterns and patches upon my threadbare heart. In the puddles of my profaned veins, I have found beauty in this pain. I’ve found reasons to remain.