006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier25 Aug 2013

I considered what might happen if against all odds

I spoke through the silence of my mind the way a lady

picks up her skirt to cross a puddle.

Casual is when there is no idealism involved in living

but for an indent before a paragraph.

I don’t know what is before me, but I know what I want to do.

Some nights have been searing because my days have not had

enough symmetry.