I'll build an altar
of Popsicle colored sunsets,
I wish it were different,
you don’t deserve this,
line it with just fallen leaves
the thin pages of well-used books.
Hold my hand.
Yes, the sky is a dark-clouded fist
above us and
nothing makes sense,
but you are
sheltered, the way the forest does.
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Who am I?
I’m a systems engineer and creative coach living in ABQ, NM. I believe that we can intentionally design our lives to align with our deepest dreams and desires.