The ironies of life, humans fighting to be heard…while people are dying to listen to what I have to say… cold breathes lacking the warmth of my predispositions, yet my head swells with thoughts I’ve yet to speak into the physical. Such voluminous words for a quieted soul…heart bigger than an elephant in a small room, voice softer than a feather falling onto a nimbus cloud. Uncertain about my future, fortunately for me I’ll always be present. My past is just a faint mark on a dry erase board. Take note. Quotes doubled up with two peace signs, living in chaos because death is by design…My progeny. Little ideas I’ve birthed but have yet to advocate for their survival. I’ve learned over time no one will care for my little ones unless I do…