He never saw it coming. Like good things in life claim to, it came to the boy waiting, waiting for the school bus to come, waiting for his mom and new sister to come home, waiting to graduate, waiting to grow up—waiting. It would be said about him that he was the boy who could wait forever as long as he knew what he was...

What good is a heart if one does not
Utilize its chambers
And vaults
And valves
And hallways,
To hold stories,
To hide secrets,
To invite friends in
When they have nowhere else to go ...?

What good is the human brain
If one does not
Exercise its muscle
By solving problems,
By fixing hearts that have become...

When they tell the story of my life
Do you think they'll play violins in the background?
I'd fancy myself to be a Classic girl,
But if we're being honest, I belong in Baroque.
After all, hasn't my life been just a field of staccato moments
With the occasional ornament,
And, for the most part, been written in A minor...